She came to and her
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Whole life was how she remembered it
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She had a mouth full of fur
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And she was laughing
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She parked her hearse across
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Three spaces posted motorcycles only
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And jumped out shouting
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What the cuss could make a nice girl like us
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Feel so lonely?
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Are you weary as water
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In a faucet left dripping
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With an incessant sadness
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Like a sad record skipping
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And an ugly and ornery
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And shadowy dread
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Lurking like a troll under the bridge
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Between your heart and your head
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Please dumb blind kind sir
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Lend little miss listless a bit of Christmas
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She's been a real good girl
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But now she's stuck here
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The world is so little and still
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Mysterious and ominous as ever before
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Like an unmarked bottle full of pills
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On the shelf right next to the thing
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You were reaching for
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Swing the groove 'round here
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Where I can reach it
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When I get my ass back on track
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I'm gonna need it
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Swing shift till I get the money
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To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
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Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voice
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That follows me to bed and say
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You suck.. blah blah blah
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Swing
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| Ani DiFranco |
