| Well Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door
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| Like she’d done one hundred times before.
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| Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror.
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| She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place.
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| Yeah I want to pull you down into bed.
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| I want to cast your face in lead.
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| Well every time I pull you close
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| Push my face into your hair
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| Cream rinse and tobacco smoke
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| That sickly scent is always always there.
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| Jolene heard her father’s uneven snores.
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| Right then she knew there must be something more.
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| Jolene heard the singing in the forest.
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| She opened the door quietly and stepped into the night.
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| Yeah I want to throw you out into space.
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| I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes.
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| Well every time I pull you close,
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| Push my face into your hair,
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| Cream rinse and tobacco smoke,
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| That sickly scent is always, always there. |