| The smoke tastes like gray lead
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| It’s killing her head
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| She finally let him have it
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| Here practice yelling at yourself instead
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| She nearly burned the town again
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| With the look that she gave him
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| She covers her heart with her hands and says
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| A little useless praying never hurts anything
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| It’s like nothing’s got a pulse
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| In this whole damn place
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| Right down to the clocks
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| Nothing’s got a pulse
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| Remember darling how quiet it got
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| Leave her alone, let her go home
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| So she don’t have to see you
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| How pathetic you can be
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| So she won’t hate herself to death
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| Know what I mean
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| She’s covering he heart with her hands and says
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| A little useless praying never hurts anything
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| That must be her up there
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| Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair
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| She smells a little like a train
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| Hauling lilacs through the rain
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| I can’t tell that she’s crying
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| I’ll pretend again
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| But she sees them total destruction
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| As she goes running to them
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| I’m finally showing her the switch
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| How I learned to hold it
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| In my teeth
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| How she’s got to keep
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| One razor sharp bloody piece
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| Of her old broken heart
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| How she’s got to use that edge to carve
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| Across her new heart
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| Something deep enough to hurt
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| So it always reminds her
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| Deep enough to last
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| Darlin' honey, watch your ass |