Now her paints are dry...
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And I looked outside...
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At the corner boys...
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Ayh, oh, where did you go?
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I don't know.
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I went to see your pictures...
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I spread them across the floor...
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So this is where they are shown...
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Now they're probably saying to you,
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If you keep it up you'll be born.
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But you won't ever listen,
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I'll bet...
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Burnt out, grass scorched by the sun.
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The buildings remain.
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We will beat them all to dust,
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I'll bet...
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Pulled from a headless shell
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That blinked on and off, Hotel.
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Now the nameless dwell.
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They hold your key and turn your knob,
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I'll bet...
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Will you say hello to my ma?
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Will you pay a visit to her?
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She was an artist, just as you were.
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I'd have introduced you to her.
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She would take me out on Sundays.
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We'd go laughing through the garbage.
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She repaired legs like a doctor
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On the kitchen chairs we sat on.
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She was unhappy, just as you were.
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Unhappy, just as you were.
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Unhappy, just as you were.
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Unhappy, just as you were...
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Then She Did
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| Jane's Addiction |
