| Time can make more rubble out of dreams than anything
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| In a quiet neighborhood where she’s living without wings
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| There’s eyes behind the curtains and there’s ears below the floor
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| Cracks inside the ceiling and there’s shadows at the door
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| The boredom stirs a rage inside her soul
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| A rage that reaches out and takes control
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| Baby she’s a wild thing (x4)
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| Nine days out alone
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| Sleep in the dirt
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| She walks back into town
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| With blood stains on her shirt
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| Everyone has questions
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| But no one wants to know
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| How far the anger in someone
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| Can really make them go Her tangled hair and mud stains on her knees
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| Bruised ribs and rips on the side of her jeans
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| Baby she’s a wild thing (x4)
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| Well I used to be a citizen in this town
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| 'Til my teeth turned gray and my hair fell out
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| All the civil decent people, they don’t want to know
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| But a girl looking for trouble said she’d give me a go
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| While everybody’s sleeping in this town this night
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| From the crooked clock tower to the borderline
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| And night star static in the winter breeze
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| She’s lying in the moonlight with her hands between my knees
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| She says it’s all right
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| Well, it’s all right by me Baby she’s a wild thing (x4) |