| Missy got off the bus one day
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| In a crowded depot, downtown LA
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| She looked around as if to say
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| «I'm home. |
| But, I’m home
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| I’ll find someone to love, and someplace to drink
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| And some time when I can just sit and think
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| And I don’t mind if I catch the stink of these drones
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| Lord, of these drones
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| Just as long as I’m never alone.»
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| She had eyes as big as porcelain plates
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| And skin as thin as paper drapes
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| And she loved the Lord the way as apostate loves songs
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| And she’d sing to him before she went to sleep
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| «I pray to you my soul to keep
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| You’re a shepherd, then I’ll be your sheep until dawn
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| Oh, until dawn
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| Well, I’d follow you even if it was wrong.»
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| I met her one night at the coffee shop
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| A face so bright my heart just stopped
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| «Hello, my dear, I fear I’m not what I seem
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| I’m not what I seem
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| I should’ve become a better man
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| I should be more deserving than
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| The beggar, thief, and courtesan I’ve been
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| Oh, that I’ve been
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| Well, I swear I lied, I curse all of my dreams
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| But I swear there’s still some good in me
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| And I think if you stuck around you’d see
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| All the honest attempts at integrity; |
| I was had
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| Maybe if you helped me, I’d get it right
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| Well, I’d stay awake almost every night
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| Staring at the ceiling wondering why I feel so bad
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| Why I feel so bad
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| Oh, I swear, I swear, I swear I’ll never get sad |