It ain't so much the boredom
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But the fire in her soul
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That made her life unbearable
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While living in that hole
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Of her dark surburban nightmare
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'Till she went to see the Dead
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And the self esteem she valued
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Was immediately spent
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And she had no one to turn to
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So she just turned off her mind
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She's a well adjusted wanderer
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But all this stuff takes time
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On the streets of old Wyoming
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There's a couple from L.A.
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They are post-environmentalists
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Looking for to stay
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'Till their friends all come to join them
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In the quest for air to breathe
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And when it gets too crowded
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They will just pick up and leave
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Like they did in New York City
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When the coast seemed quite sublime
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It don't take much but money
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And money just takes time
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Marie is on the lounge chair
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Draped around the pool
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Avoiding almost anyone who'd
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Desecrate he cool
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It's the reason she's attractive
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She's already self abused
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And her pride won't feel the loneliness
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That comes with being used
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She's the center of the universe
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For which she was designed
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Until she wakes up wandering
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Why all this stuff takes time
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Bill died of a heart attack
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Beating up his wife
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Now he's come back as a lesbian
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That's looking for his wife
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Who is now a psychoanalyst
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That likes to work with plants
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Except of course on weekends
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When she likes to wear the pants
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She's a leather goddess minister
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Who works with the confined
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It don't take much to realize
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That all this stuff takes time
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All This Stuff Takes Time
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Arlo Guthrie |