| Virginia was a lot lizard from F.L.A.
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| She had a compund fracture in the trunk
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| It started when she ran away
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| Thumbs out on the interstate
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| She hitched a ride to Misery
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| Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
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| He fell into the city by the bay
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| He liquidated his estate
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| Now he sleeps up on the Haight
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| Panhandling Misery
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| And he’s gonna get high high high
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| When he’s low low low
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| The fire burns from better days
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| And she screams why oh why
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| I said I don’t know
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| The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
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| Of Misery
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| Well Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
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| He ran the drug cartel in Tinsel Town
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| They found him in a Cadillac
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| Bludgeoned with a baseball bat
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| In the name of Misery
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| Then Gina hit the road to New York City
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| Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
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| She stopped in Vegas to elope
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| With Virginia and a dope
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| Who kissed the bride eternally
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| And they’re gonna get high high high
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| When they’re low low low
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| The fire burns from better days
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| And she screams why oh why
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| I said I don’t know
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| The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
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| Of Misery
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| Well hell’s hounds on your trail now once again, boy
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| It’s groping on your leg until it sleeps
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| The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
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| 'Cuz it’s not what you make, it’s what you leave
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| And we’re gonna get high high high
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| When we’re low low low
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| The fire burns from better days
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| And she screams why oh why
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| I said I don’t know
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| The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
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| Of Misery |