A box full of groceries
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Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees
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In the main street chill
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She sleeps at night in broke-down cars
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Squirts the dreams into her arms
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She says, "Junkie-man, have your fill."
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Well, she had friends that went abroad and do not write
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She says the hardest ones are those who stay behind
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CHORUS:
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In the valley of the dead cars
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they would end it all if they could start
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They sent out their kids to wander the world
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Now they can rest at last
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You're out scootin' by the graveyard
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and you're looking for a brave heart
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Could've been your lover but you said you never gave
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You have to be home early
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or you'll get smacked 'round the head till bedtime
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Now you hike the roads on your half-shod feet
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You hump the devil, you hump the police
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Criss-cross Harlem playing hide-and-seek with death
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And now she lurches off as haughty as a queen
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to take the waters in old Skibbereen--CHORUS
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So I took her back with me to my own true place
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which was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage
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overlooking a disused waterfall
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and we lay there in silence, fruitless silence
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until just before dawn when she rolled over onto me
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They come withal in their Japanese cars
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They know where the good meal bargains are
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and they spy by the side of the road
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in the twilight, rain and storm
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She juts her thumb in futile haste
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Contempt to her is sweet to taste
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The nuns told her, "Do not waste sensation."
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When the towns are all just smoking empty shells
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she will still be here doing what she does well
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In the valley of the dead cars
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at the mouth of a flooded mine
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I will embrace you hard
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and we'll wait for the sun to shine
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in the valley of the dead cars
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The valley of the dead cars
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Valley Of The Dead Cars
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| The Fatima Mansions |
