| She had a strange kind of presence. |
| Restrained but still wild
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| Someone said she’d been a star as a child
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| All that was left was this druggy despair. |
| She had a ribbon on her wrist and
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| chains in her hair
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| There was bloodsucker blues in the lobby at dusk
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| She blew smoke in my face and it felt like a bus
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| The chef cut his finger off. |
| The waiter got fired
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| I only took notes to try to come off inspired
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| She was quick on the uptake and slow on the train
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| The conductor roused us awake on the plains
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| We got off in Katonah because she thought it was Spain
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| She handled disappointment pretty well
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| It takes 1 2 3 drinks
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| And now she’s not so frightened
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| It takes 4 and 5 and 6
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| And then she’s sick
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| But in the hour in between
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| She feels holy and redeemed
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| Blessed and blissful. |
| Painless and serene
|
| She had a strange kind of presence
|
| She had blood on her lips
|
| Someone said she’d been a star as a kid
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| She said she wrote stories. |
| I’m not sure she did
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| She said she wrote screenplay. |
| I’m not sure she did
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| She said she wrote novels. |
| Man, I know that she didn’t
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| It takes 1 2 3 drinks
|
| And now she’s not so frightened
|
| It takes 4 and 5 and 6
|
| And then she’s sick
|
| But in the hour in between
|
| She feels holy and redeemed
|
| Blessed and blissful. |
| Painless and serene
|
| She left the room to put on her face
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| I went through her purse. |
| It was all pills and mace
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| She said its so hard to choose between space and time
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| She mostly just smoked and drank wine
|
| She had a strange kind of presence. |
| Restrained but still wild
|
| Someone said she’d been a star as a child
|
| All that was left was this druggy despair. |
| She had a bow on her wrist and
|
| chains in her hair
|
| It takes 1 2 3 drinks
|
| And now she’s not so frightened
|
| It takes 4 and 5 and 6
|
| And then she’s sick
|
| It goes 7 8 9
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| For a while I thought she died
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| But she was smiling when she was rolling back her eyes
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| I woke up at four and she wasn’t in bed. |
| There was a fire in the kitchen and it
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| felt like my head
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| She didn’t leave a note just some cigs in the sink
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| I went down to the bar and came back with three drinks
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| She had a strange kind of presence. |
| Restrained but still wild
|
| Someone said she’d been a star as a child |