| She cam to and her
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| Whole life was how she remembered it She ha d amouth full of fur
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| And she was laughing
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| She parked her hearse across
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| Three spaces posted for motorcycles only
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| And jumped out shouting
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| What the cus could make a nice girl like us Feel so lonely?
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| Are you weary as water
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| In a faucet left dripping
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| With an incessant sadness
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| Like a sad record skipping
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| And an ugly and ornery
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| And shadowy dread
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| Lurking like a troll under the bridge
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| Between your heart and your head
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| Please dumb blind kind sir
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| Lend little miss listless a bit of christmas
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| Shes been a real good girl
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| But now shes stuck here
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| The world is so little and still
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| Mysterious and ominious as ever before
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| Like an unmarked bottle full of pills
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| On the shelf right next to the ting
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| You were reaching for
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| Swing the groove round here
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| Where I can reach it When I get my ass back on trak
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| Im gonna need it Swing shift til I get the money
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| To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
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| Then Im gonna turn the nagging voices
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| Inside my head
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| That follw me to bed and say
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| You suck. |
| blah blah blah |