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well jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door, |
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like she'd done one hundred times before. |
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jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. |
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she folded the towel carefully and put it back in place. |
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yeah i want to pull you down into bed. |
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i want to cast your face in lead. |
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well every time i pull you close, |
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push my face into your hair, |
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cream rinse and tobacco smoke, |
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that sickly scent is always, always there. |
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jolene heard her father's uneven snores. |
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right then she knew there must be something more. |
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jolene heard the singing in the forest. |
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she opened the door quietly and stepped into the night. |
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yeah i want to throw you out into space. |
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i want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes. |
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well every time i pull you close, |
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push my face into your hair, |
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cream rinse and tobacco smoke, |
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that sickly scent is always, always there. |
