Madwoman
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Dirty old clothes underneath her toes
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Fighting what she knows
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So she throws it all into a big black pot
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Stirs it all up til the pot gets hot
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With the hands of a beggar and the tongue of a thief
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Another crutch to bury her grief
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Madwoman in a straw house
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Madwoman in my house
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And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse
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Madwoman in a straw house
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And what she knows is the moon makes her mad
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What she knows links the good with bad
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But the faith she bought with a shiny dime
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Doesn’t seem to draw the line so
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She made her own belief
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That the truth was found in trees and things
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But the x philosophy that she had grown
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Wasn’t enough to save her soul
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Madwoman in a straw house
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Madwoman in my house
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And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse
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Madwoman in a straw house
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But there’s one thing she did not try
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And this one thing she cannot deny
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It was a drowning notion that they gave
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That could not supply her need
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It was a haunting notion that she’d saved
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But her peace could not be freed
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Madwoman
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Madwoman in a straw house
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Madwoman in my house
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And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse
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Madwoman in a straw house
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Madwoman in my house
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And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse
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Madwoman in a straw house
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Madwoman in my house
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And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse
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Madwoman in a straw house
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Madwoman
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| My Brightest Diamond |
