Drop my gloves into the stove
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Its echo down the grave
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I fell in love with those electric lights
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Drop me in the town so late
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In real behind them...
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To strip the lands from Christian and Friday night girls
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Bracing for Sunday to come
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I only ever held one love
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Her name was Maryann
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She died and bring her child by her brother
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He died because I murdered him
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Shutting though his jelly eye
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On myself his wicked eyes
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I felt the needle though my Friday night girl
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Bracing for Sunday to come
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Empty lines and shifting sheets
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Staring rosary holes in my ceiling
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Waiting for my puddles to deliver
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And reveal itself to me
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But all I hear is subway dreams...
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I'm a Friday night girl
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Bracing for Sunday to come
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Bracing for Sunday to come
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Bracing For Sunday
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| Neko Case |
