Decorated in lights
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And surrounded by traffic cones
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There was a car crashed wrapped
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Around a telephone pole
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With a soft layer of firefighter's
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Chemical foam
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The stranger's favorite song still
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Playing on the radio
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Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
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The trouble I've been through
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And as the ambulance takes her to the hospital
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The only words she can say are, "Can you take me home?"
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Before her spirit escapes her as a soft blue glow, oh, no...
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Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
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The trouble I've been through
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And we'll be dancing at her funeral
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Dancing at her funeral
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Now they're digging a hole
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Cutting her name in stone
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Sending out invitations to her friends back home
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Digging a hole, cutting her name in stone, oh, no....
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Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
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The trouble I've been through
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Dancing At Her Funeral
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| The Limousines |
