| This is the song of little Jo
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| She’s not the girl I used to know
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| Forever screaming all the day and night
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| She used to be a diplomat
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| But now she’s down the laundromat
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| They washed her mind and now she finds it hard
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| I know her name
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| But now she never seems the same
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| She don’t talk to me
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| 'Cause she can’t take no sympathy
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| Because she’s highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| Highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| She’s stepping out upon the ledge
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| She’s got a gun against her head
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| She’s wired up to blow the power line
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| She’s walking out upon the knife
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| She’ll take you to the edge of life
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| Just like the song, the pressure is on again
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| I know her name
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| Ho, but now she never seems the same
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| She don’t talk to me
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| 'Cause she can’t take no sympathy
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| Because she’s highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| Highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| No, no, no
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| I know her name
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| Ho, but now she never seems the same
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| She don’t talk to me
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| 'Cause she can’t take no sympathy
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| Because she’s highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| Highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| Highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| Highly strung
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| Oh, highly strung, she’s undone
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| This is the song of little Jo
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| She’s not the girl I used to know |