she hung with thieves
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kicked up dirty leaves
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she was a maniac
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no ones heart attack
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she got around
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slept on the bad side of town
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she was cooler than you,
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way cooler than me
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she was true, all blinded and bruised
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she didn't give a fuck
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no she had given up
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she was alive
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she was caught on fire
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she was everything
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she was all of this
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she opened up and laid it all right there
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she said, "I don't mind,
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no, no I don't care
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I'll help you shovel out my shallow hole
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and I know, I know they're threatening
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but at least we're not the ones carrying
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such heavy heavy heavy stoning stones
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and yeah I know they'll get you down
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they'll do you in and they'll drag it out
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'cause me and you, we are one of a kind."
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she liked to lose
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never wore Sunday shoes
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she found her luck in wells and corner stores and jails
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she was crazy
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a downtown kind of baby
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always dangerous, she got me down on my knees
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she made it rain
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she called the wind and then it came
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oh, with the wave of her hand
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she brought the sunshine right in
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she was the sky
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beyond steeple and the choir
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oh, the preacher's amen
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his hallelujah child
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she opened up and laid it all right there
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she said, "I don't mind
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no, no I don't care
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I'll help you shovel out my shallow hole
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and I know I know they are threatening
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but at least we're not the ones carrying
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such heavy, heavy, heavy stoning stones
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so when your bones are broke and you're all alone
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and the fog's so thick you can't see up close
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just know that I will end up strangled, too
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and when the floods they come all rushing in
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and the boat is full and you can't get in
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oh, it's okay if you don't want to swim
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and when you're swallowed up, oh, don't you cry
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just give right in, don't try to fight
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'cause baby I wouldn't pay no mind
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there's nothing you can do."
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they'll have you coughing up your colors
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they'll have you coughing up your colors
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they'll have you coughing up your colors
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they'll have you coughing up your colors
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she sang the blues
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out of time and out of tune
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spoke no silver spoon
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only simple truths
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she was a friend, stabbed backs and broke plans
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she would give you her coat
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or put nails through her hand
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she was wise, full of magic and life
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oh, you could see it in her eyes
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oh, yeah I saw it in her eyes
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she was more than this
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yeah, way more than this
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she was everything
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she was all of this
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Coughing Colors
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| Tilly And The Wall |
