Though you've gone away
I play your favorite song
Feel the blue
I know I got a bad reputaion
And it isn't just
A barefoot whore
Walkin' by a famous clock
Against her door
Waitin' for
Did you take your mother's name
So you could sleep easily
She
Dolores was her middle name
She read the book and everything
Now
In the middle of Evie's garden
Was a rock she could
In the middle of her confession
He comes over and holds
A red suitcase she'll never miss
A leather coat he used
He hadn't been talking
Parked out of the way
Just say there
He wasn't murdered by love or loneliness
He walked out on
You can really fall
Wake up in a ruined house
Wrapped up
In
I know you're only having fun
You want me to stare
We turned on life
Now it's made us decide
You look so
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair
One, two, three
On the way out I'm thinkin'
You get what
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