Drivin' in my Saab
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On my way to Ireland
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It's been a long time
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It's been a long time
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Drivin' with my friends
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On my way to Ireland
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It's been a long time
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It's been a long time
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So when I was out
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In the desert
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And a cowboy
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Tried to lasso me
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He said your red
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And made of clay
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A virgin portrait
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I let him wake me
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But decided not to stay
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Next in New York
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I fell out with a dragon
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Of the white collar kind
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But just as ferocious
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I remembered Macha
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Running faster than the horses
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Then an encounter with
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A voice that caressed me
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Wasn't it you who
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Held off a surrender
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To one spoiled nun
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Who taught you the names
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Of the mountains
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On the moon
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And then a Jesuit
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Proceded to arrange your soul
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While I prayed
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On my knees
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Ireland
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| Tori Amos |
