For a change she got out before he hurt her bad
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Took her records and clothes and pictures of her boy
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It really made her sad
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Packed it up and didn't look back
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I'm okay, let's just forget all about it
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The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine
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In her bag i saw things she drew when she was nine
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Like this one here
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Her alone, nobody near
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What a shame, let's just not talk about it
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No, it doesn't look like you
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But you did wear cowboy boots, that's your fame
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There's no question about it
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Once we got back inside
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With one ear to the ground
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I was ready to hide
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Cos I don't know who's around
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And you look scared
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It's our secret, do not tell, okay?
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Let's just not talk about it
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Don't tell, okay?
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Let's just forget all about it
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No Name #4
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| Elliott Smith |
