| Jesus lifted his last restraint
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| At the end of the century
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| And I couldn’t even begin to tell you
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| What he saw in her anyway
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| She threw her head back
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| She threw her head back
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| And that beauty spilled out across the high way
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| Like a glittering trail of venom and diamonds
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| Coming down off a mountain of pills
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| Designed to keep him in ecstasy
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| And I couldn’t even begin to tell you
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| What he saw in her anyway
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| She threw her head back
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| She threw her head back
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| And that beauty spilled out across the highway
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| Like a glittering daughter of Isadora Duncan
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| This is the last fucking time
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| This is the last time
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| She’s a slow harbor
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| Looks at me as she comes
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| Insect sounds in the field
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| She’s the breeze
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| Takes away the fear in me
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| Takes away the fear in me
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| This is the last fucking time
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| This is the last time |