| She buried me in powder in the rain
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| She buried me in sapphire wicked pain
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| After she carried me away
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| To a place I hadn’t chained
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| After she put out my last cigarette on her boot
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| A woman makes a boy out of a man
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| When he thought he knew
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| Just how he’d play his hand
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| Who’s barking orders at the rook
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| Make him pay for time he took
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| After she backstacked every key
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| That’s what she’d do
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| And you, heirloom, had your room painted blue
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| And you showed me how the crow flies from your eyes
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| And I don’t mind, I’ll do what I’ll do
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| But I won’t cry when I leave this town
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| She buried me in progress on the range
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| She bullseyed from the hip as if she’d aimed
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| After she heard my complaint
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| 'Bout a place where I felt safe
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| And how it changed with the elegy I knew
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| This world has made a boy out of a man
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| Oh, I thought I knew but I don’t understand
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| Who breaks the reins to which I took
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| Makes the rules I overlook
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| Just when I thought I knew
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| I thought of something true
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| And you, heirloom, had your room painted blue
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| And you showed me how the crow flies from your eyes
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| And I don’t mind, I’ll do what I’ll do
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| But I won’t cry when I leave this town
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| And you, heirloom, had your room painted blue
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| And you showed me how the crow flies from your eyes
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| And I don’t mind, I’ll do what I’ll do
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| But I won’t cry when I leave this town |