Sitting alone when her work is through,
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these days she's listless though that spring sky is blue.
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Her parents try but it's not much use.
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Her boyfriend left home, it was late Summertime,
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life was good, they were young, but glory is purblind,
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how could a future like that go wrong ?
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I know the Mayor of this hysterical town,
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he worked himself up from the dirt on the ground.
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Now everyone asks him questions and so on.
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People consider they've a right to be told,
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he just can't imagine what it is he should know,
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people naturally wonder what it's all leading to...
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Oh Anne Garland, you can't call this heartbeat a man.
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Too sad you bet - we're all caught in history's web.
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But don't cry too soon, you might as well fall in love with the Moon.
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Oh Anne Garland, we win or we lose at his hand.
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Cars collide and they kill the groom,
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death's neatly spruced for his honeymoon.
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Find an answer while I leave the room.
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Man made the neon and he learned how to fly,
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but Gold made the stars while he fashioned the sky,
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perhaps I should learn to shut my mouth.
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Ghost Town Blues
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