| In the still water she lies down
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| Shaking in the press of sunlight
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| We rolled into Lexington
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| She shakes off the drop of daylight
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| Water beading up her chest
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| Bleeding down between her knees
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| Rivers in Kentucky flow
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| Between the bluegrass wavy seas
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| But oh, Margery
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| Twists the knife once more inside of me Breathless with anticipation
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| Baited breathers set their hooks
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| Tuck their heads beneath the high grass
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| And lie and wait beside the brooks
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| For instance? |
| pushing slowly through
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| Frustration leading back along
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| The alleys of a childhood
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| Will not release us willingly
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| But oh, Margery
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| Sticks the knife in while I coundn’t the sea
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| Dust me off and shut me down
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| And dream of where I haven’t been
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| Close the door inside my heart
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| Stuck in the south Atlantic wind
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| I have hollow eyes
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| Haunting only to myself
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| Even so, I can’t stop calling
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| This great big hollows in my self
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| I took the train form California
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| To the far side of the continent
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| Woke up in Kentucky
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| Where a wedding was about to end
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| I looked up at Anna
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| She turned back to look at me It’s best to kill the ones that matter
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| Render blind the ones who see
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| But oh, Margery
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| Takes the blade and walks away from me Oh, Margery
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| Love like blood is pouring out of me Oh, Margery
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| My heart won’t stop bleeding over me baby
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| Oh, I can’t shut it in It’s got far too many doors to block the wind
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| Oh, I can’t shut it in It’s got far too many doors to block the wind |