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She's got cigarette on each arm |
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She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes |
| [00:36.72] |
She's got a carburetor tied to the moon |
| [00:40.21] |
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages |
| [00:44.04] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
| [00:51.36] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
| [00:58.49] |
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain |
| [01:01.87] |
She can talk to the mangling strangers |
| [01:05.54] |
She can sleep in a fiery bog |
| [01:09.11] |
Throwing troubles to the dying embers |
| [01:12.95] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
| [01:20.04] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
| [01:56.78] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
| [02:04.13] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
| [02:11.63] |
She's got a paradise camouflage |
| [02:15.01] |
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers |
| [02:18.38] |
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean |
| [02:22.36] |
Riding low on the drunken rivers |
| [02:25.99] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
| [02:33.08] |
She's alone in the new pollution |
