| My true love drowned in a dirty old pan
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| Of oil that did run from the block
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| Of a falcon sedan 1969
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| The paper said '75
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| There were no survivors
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| None found alive
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| Trees break the sidewalk
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| And the sidewalk skins my knees
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| There’s glass in my thermos
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| And blood on my jeans
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| Nickels and dimes of the fourth of july
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| Roll off in a crooked line
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| To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive
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| Oh how I forgot what it’s like
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| Hey when she sings, when she sings when she sings like she runs
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| Moves like she runs
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| Hey when she moves, when she moves when she moves like she runs
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| Moves like she runs
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| Hey there there’s such tender wolves? |
| round town tonight
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| Round the town tonight
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| Hey there there’s such tender wolves? |
| round town tonight
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| Round the town tonight
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| Hey pretty baby get high with me,
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| We can go to my sisters if we say we’ll watch the baby"
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| The look on your face yanks my neck on the chain
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| And I would do anything
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| To see you again
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| So I’ve fallen behind?
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| Hey when she sings, when she sings when she sings like she runs
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| Moves like she runs
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| Hey when she moves, when she moves when she moves like she runs
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| Moves like she runs
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| Hey there there’s such tender wolves? |
| round town tonight
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| Round the town tonight
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| Hey there there’s such tender wolves? |
| round town tonight
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| Round the town tonight
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| Go on, go on scream and cry
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| You’re miles from where anyone will find you
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| This is nothing new, no television crew
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| They don’t even put on the sirens
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| My nightgown sweeps the pavement
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| Please don’t let him die
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| Oh how I forgot… |