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Down in a southern town |
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A devil took both my eyes |
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She buried them in the sand |
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She wanted me to hold her hand |
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"Is it coke or would you like a beer?" |
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"No, I want what burns and is clear |
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When it's clear and it burns to the taste |
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It puts beauty back in its place." |
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The first of this devil was worse |
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It spoke through my fingers in verse: |
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"Let the children feast on the street |
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'Cause they don't care what they eat. |
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Let the horses all starve in a ditch |
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Let the architects sit and get rich |
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Let the Christians call down from above |
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Let them starve for wanting of love and |
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If He exists He's out of sight |
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or under cheap fluorescent light." |
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Justine! Take off that disguise |
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In the sunlight there's nothing you can hide |
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Justine! The world is cruel, I know |
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But escape is loneliness for sure |
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Justine! What does all this mean? |
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You got something I'm not supposed to see? |
