Jesus save me
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Jesus save me
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Can I tell you something ?
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Can I tell you a story ?
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It's about me and Billy
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'Cause I remember
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I remember it all started when he bought that car
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It was the first thing he'd ever owned apart from me
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And the color was red
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And the color was red and he drove me
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He drove me out of my mind
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I'm over it now
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It was spring or summer sixty five I don't remember
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Steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel
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And I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck
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And he used to make me pray, wearing a mask like a death's head
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When he put me there in the back seat, and he said
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Jesus save me
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Jesus save me
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Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say
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And he custom of destruct the pain of every escape but somehow
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He could make joy come loose inside
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I would feel really I would feel really and truly alive
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And I would do anything for him
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It just wasn't enough
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It was never enough
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He'd turn to me and say
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He'd, he'd say "even the son of god had to die, my darling"
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And he wanted everything
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He wanted everything
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He wanted the honey from the king
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Each new moon
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He used to make me pray
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Every morning
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Hidden in the backseat, such Jesus
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He'd make me pray
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And he'd in there when he wanted everything
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He wanted the honey from the king
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Say it
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"Even the son of god had to die my darling"
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Go on, say it!
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Jesus save me
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Jesus save me
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Taut
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| Polly Jean Harvey |
