(McNabb)
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I'm lookin' across a frozen landscape,
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I'm lookin' out on an empty port,
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I can't believe what happened here,
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Look what she did to my mind...
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She was young & pretty,
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I was old & wise,
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Thirty seven years kept our love apart,
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Look what she did to my mind,
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What she did to my mind
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Her little face was a picture,
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She brushed her hair by the fire
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She played guitar, she drove my car,
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Look what she did to my mind...
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What she did to my mind
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The days were long,
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The nights were peaceful,
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N' sometimes music filled the air,
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The 'Rites of Spring', The Byrds, The King,
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Look what she did to my mind,
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What she did to my mind
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She took work, I couldn't,
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I read alone all afternoon,
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I'd fix her food, create a mood,
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Look what she did to my mind,
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I could tell she was restless,
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Sometimes she stayed out all night,
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I'd get uptight, and then we'd fight
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Look what she did to my mind...
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What she did to my mind
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One night I found a bottle
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I put the lip to my own,
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'Bout 7:30 I felt drunk n' dirty.
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Look what she did to my mind,
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She'd been with a young man,
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I heard her footsteps in the hall,
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I put my pistol up to her ear,
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'N put her brains against the wall,
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What she did to my mind
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What She Did To My Mind
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| The Icicle Works |
