When you were little she sold you out
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Out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free
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Or maybe it was your imagination
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Friend of the family but now the foe
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She gets inside your mind with everything you smoke
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That's why your conspiracy comes from some words she spoke
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The rain is controlled by misty
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Who's one but feels like three
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She always has to be behind every little problem I face
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I'd drive to Ireland but there's a lake between the land
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She hired private eyes to follow me
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Maybe I'll go to Paris and France
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And meet the Pope and someone to be with for life
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A place far away where she could never find us here
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Everything bad is a "misty"
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She's hiding in that tree
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I'm swimming at the beach and she's got submarines and high technology
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She runs my life and in my dreams at night
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And everywhere I go I'm always six degress, from misty
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Six Degrees From Misty
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| No Use For A Name |
