| My name is Alice Walker, they never told me why
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| I’m not named for anybody it’s just a name out of the sky
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| They thought was pretty, I guess, way back when
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| I’ll change it some day; |
| I like to pretend
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| I’m just a visitor here, like on one of those shows
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| In a house full of people I don’t hardly know
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| But we’ll all get to home in a week or so
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| Back to real life
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| And I’m pickin' up the carpet in the corner where I crash
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| I’m too tired to separate the pennies from the trash
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| And I don’t guess it matters even why Jesus died
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| I can tell you 'bout sins
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| We got this duplex up on Fire Line Road
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| It’s way out from town so the rent’s pretty low
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| Not much more than a cinder-block cell
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| Just like the one next door, and the next one as well
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| And the bus don’t run out here but three times a day
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| The 7-Eleven, it’s a full mile away
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| And there’s a car in the yard, mostly rust and dents
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| We moved here in it but it hadn’t run since
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| Forget my name, can you forget my face?
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| Gonna lose myself in some finer place
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| Finer places where I’ll go
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| I’ll leave no trace out on Fire Line Road
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| And there’s a pile of daddy’s quick-picks scattered on the floor
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| Among the half empty bottles, that chair against the door
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| In case he comes home drinkin' with lovin' on his mind
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| I’d never let it happen but that don’t stop him tryin'
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| My sister weren’t so lucky, he got to her too soon
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| She never saw it comin' he knew just what to do
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| To keep her silent, I swear to god I’ll kill him if I can
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| He said she made him do it — after all, he’s just a man
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| Forget my name, can you forget my face?
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| Gonna lose myself in some finer place
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| Finer places, where I’ll go
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| And I’ll leave no trace out on Fire Line Road
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| Now she snorts that crank and stares at the phone
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| She ain’t big as a minute, just skin on bone
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| She bites her nails right down to the quick
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| And they’ve taken her babies and they won’t give 'em back
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| And I know she loves 'em and god knows she tries
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| But when you’re that far down you’re just gonna to get high
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| It’s like eatin' or breathin' to the rest of us
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| She can’t even feel bad without the stuff
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| Forget my name, can you forget my face?
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| Gonna lose myself in some finer place
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| Finer places where I’ll go
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| I’ll leave no trace out on Fire Line Road
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| My name is Alice Walker, they never told me why |