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She wore a half smile |
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always laughing in the wind |
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I know it sounds cliched but it's all true |
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I know it sounds cliched but I love you |
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She wore an old black trenchcoat |
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to cover up her skin |
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she weren't no fool, she didn't let nobody in |
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pulled off the highway, they strip searched the van |
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all the cops are so bored in Ashland...Ohio |
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She took a picture of every town that she been through |
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an empty postcard store in her mind's eye |
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and tipped her hat to the passers by |
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I forgot and got the man, Malcom X and Billy Graham |
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they cried out, "I don't know you from Eve, Madam!" |
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and they believe you if you swear you're telling lies |
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and that's the ties by the violence |
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they are clapping their hands |
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Stripped to her senses |
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she wanted to go home |
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sometimes he'd take her there |
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sometimes he'd just kept on drinking |
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sometimes to despair |
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and she wore a half smile |
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always laughing in the wind |
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I know it sounds cliche by it's all true |
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I know it sounds cliched, but I love you |
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and they believe you if you swear you're telling lies |
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and that's the ties by the violence |
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they are clapping their hands |
