With a drink in her hand
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She will stop her car and then
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Seal herself for good in the garage
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She's never leaving
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There were times to be sure
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It was so pure you might choke
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But it's too late in the garage
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The falling ceiling
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And all the walls will fade to black
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Could she be thinking of another now
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Take my hand, pull me through
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There's so much I left undone
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But it's too late now in the garage
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And all the walls will fade to black
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Could she be thinking of another
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They found her car still running
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In the garage
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She'd come so far to end her life
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By the rusty mower and chicken wire
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By the chicken wire and studded tire
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By the rusty mower and chicken wire
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Chicken Wire
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Pernice Brothers |