| Thompson Girl, I’m stranded at the Unique Motel
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| Thompson Girl, winterfighter’s shot on the car as well
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| Looks like Christmas at fifty five degrees
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| This latitude weakens my knees, Thompson Girl
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| Grunt work somewhere between dream and duty
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| Poking through with all them shoots of beauty
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| Thompson Girl walking from Churchill
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| Across the icy world with polar bears it’s mostly uphill
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| But when she saw that nickel stack
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| She whistled hard and I whistled back, Thompson Girl
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| Grunt work time between dream state and duty
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| Poking through with all them shoots of beauty
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| Grunt work somewhere between dream and duty
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| Poking through with all them shoots of beauty
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| Thompson Girl, we’re down to the deadhouse plants
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| Thompson Girl, we’ve jettisoned everything we can
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| She says springtime’s coming, wait till you see it
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| Poking through with them shoots of beauty
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| It’s the end of rent-a-movie weather
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| It’s time we end this siege together, Thompson Girl
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| Thompson Girl
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| Thompson Girl
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| Thompson Girl |