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You came into the party with a long black shawl |
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And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan |
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Some nights we just need to get touched and rub up against something plush |
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Some nights it's just a crush and some nights it's blood lust |
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She said we might use you later on |
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Meet me right back here around dawn |
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You came into the |
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ER drinking gin from a jam jar |
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And the nurse is making jokes about the |
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ER being like an after bar |
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You know you're weak and effete and |
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I'm coming up from the streets |
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You're up in your loft getting soft and |
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I'm coming up the stairs and |
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I'm coming from the streets |
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She said I love the guys you can't trust |
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Meet me here about dusk |
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I was half dead then |
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I got born again |
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I got lost in all the lights but it was okay in the end |
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And when we hit the twin cities, |
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I didn't know that much about it |
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I knew Mary |
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Tyler Moore and |
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I knew Profane |
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ExistenceI was keyed up, keys jangled in the stalls |
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They counted money in the motels, they mostly sold it in the malls |
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And the carpet at the |
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Thunderbird |
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Has a burn for every cowboy that got fenced in |
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She said you remind me of |
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Rod Stewart when he was young |
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You've got passion and you think that you're sexy and all the punks think that you're dumb |
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The guys around the lockers got a story about the stomach pump |
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And the guys behind the theater found a body in the garbage dump |
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She got screwed up by religion |
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She got screwed by soccer players |
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She got high for the first time at the camps down by the banks of the |
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Mississippi |
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RiverLord, to be seventeen forever |
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She got confused about the truth |
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She came to in a confession |
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She got high for the last time in the camps down by the banks of the river |
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Lord, to be thirty-three forever |
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And she got screwed up by her vision |
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It was scary when she saw him |
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She didn't tell a single person about the camps on the banks of the |
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Mississippi |
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RiverLord, to be seventeen forever |
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She got strung out on the scene |
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And she got scared when it got druggy |
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The way the whispers bit like fangs in the last hour of the party |
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Lord, to be thirty-three forever |
