I hate this old place
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And what it represents
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And I hate who I was
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And who I ended up since
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But if you learned how to swim in case you'd drowned
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Don't ask her for the water
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Cause she'll swallow you down
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And she's ten miles of peace
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And the hardest of nights
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And her belfry's got arch
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But her rooftops all right
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But down here in the sewer
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I'm smelling a rat
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Don't ask her for the Whiskey
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Cause her waters all that
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And what horses we rode
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Through what somber fields
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With our lovers at war
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And the dust on their heels
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And the infidels screamed, "it's all but a lie"
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Don't ask her for the water,
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Cause she'll teach you to cry
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Don't ask her for the water
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Cause she'll teach you to cry
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And her weapon of choice is a red-patterned dress
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And a sac full of stones
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With her hands on her chest
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And a book full of quotes
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And a tight fastened lip
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Don't ask her for the water
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Cause you'll sink like a ship
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Don't ask her for the water
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Cause you'll sink like a ship
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Don't Ask For The Water
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Ryan Adams |