It's in my hair, it's on my clothes
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It's in the river, over the road
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It's shining down, my angry star
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Hanging off the hood of my car
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Not going far, not going far
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It's coming down, they're coming up the shoulders
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What have they found? I wonder if they'd know
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I'm in a bull black Chevy Nova, silhouetted by the setting sun
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This can't be undone, this can't be undone
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If I am the one, blood on the sofa
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Blood in the sink, blood in the trunk
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High at the wheel of a bull black Nova
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And I'm sorry as a setting sun
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This can't be undone, can't be outrun
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It's in my hair, there's blood in the sink
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I can't calm down, I can't think
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I keep calling, there's blood in the trunk
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I can't calm down, I freak out, black out
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Bull Black Nova
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Wilco |