Here we go....
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Here we go....
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All I see inside my head
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is (Gentle silent secret snow)
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with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know.
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No one would believe that she was running away
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she packed up her belongings and she was gone
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the very next day
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Nikki was in the KKK
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and Lisa was a Nazi too
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they both had half a brain
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so together they were sane
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and looked about as smart as their shoes
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Now Nikki got word through the underground
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that Mona was Lisa's real name
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She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck
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That's about all she could (gain)
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I'm still sleepin' in
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The graveyard is weepin'
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They're catching angels as they fall
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I know you don't believe it
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but she really should believe it
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She fell in love with Lauren Bacall
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(I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.)
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No one would believe that she was running away
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she packed up her belongings and she was gone
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the very next day
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Nikki never wanted any children at all
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and Terry was Courtney's little girl
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she turned tricks in a white trash mall
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and shot dope with Cecil at home
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she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun
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she held it right up to his head
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his glasses fell at first
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but they were followed by a burst
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of fiery hot balls of lead
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Time's still sleepin' in
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The graveyard is weepin'
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they're catching angels as they fall
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I know you don't believe it
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but I really should be leaving
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she fell in love with Lauren Bacall
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(Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove))
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No one would believe that she was running away
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she packed up her belongings and she was gone
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the very next day
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P.S.Y.
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Butthole Surfers |