Lyrics: Jones
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Music: Jones
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Lyrics:
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She come, she come
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Music stems from the eyes and ears of me
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He run, he run
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He sucked the life from his bone and he swore to me
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She come, she come
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(A puff of) her pain a joy for every sigh
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He run, he run
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Time to find a new reality
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Don't you see her
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There in color?
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Can't you touch her
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Like another?
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Courtney comes in two degrees
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You bring flowers you hope she needs
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But roses ain't no remedy
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When masterpiece turns to misery
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Does she come, does she come?
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He's running a race now
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Don't you see the porridge in the pot?
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He's stuck on his face now
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Don't you see the teacup in the black?
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A bird is sitting in the window
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Burns a spoon and clicks off at the top
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Don't smell the breeze as the wind blows
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Shoots the vein that kills the brain
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Don't you see her
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There in color
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Can't you touch her
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Like another
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Courtney comes in two degrees
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You bring flowers you hope she needs
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But roses ain't no remedy
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When masterpiece turns to misery
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Does she come?, does she come?
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Don't you see her?
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Don't you even see?
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Don't you need her?
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Don't he look like me?
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I can't see her
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I can't even see
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I don't need her
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You just stop
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Exodus of left
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Don't you see her
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There in color
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Can't you touch her
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Like another
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Comments:
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This song was written about the Courtney Love / Kurt Cobain thing.
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Exodus of Left
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| Agents of Good Roots |
