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CHEST FEVE |
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R WRITER J. |
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R. ROBINSO |
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N I know she's a tracker, any scarlet would back her |
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They say she's a chooser, but |
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I just can't refuse her |
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She was just there, but then she can't be here no more |
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And as my mind unweaves, |
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I feel the freeze down in my knees |
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But just before she leaves, she receives |
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She's been down in the dunes and she's dealt with the goons |
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Now she drinks from the bitter cup, |
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I'm trying to get her to give it up |
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She was just here, |
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I fear she can't be here no more |
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And as my mind unweaves, |
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I feel the freeze down in my knees |
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But just before she leaves, she receives |
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It's long, long when she's gone, |
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I get weary holding on |
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Now I'm coldly fading fast, |
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I don't think |
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I'm gonna last |
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Very much longer "She's stoned" said the |
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Swede, and the moon calf agreed |
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I'm like a viper in shock with my eyes in the clock |
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She was just there somewhere and here |
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I am again |
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And as my mind unweaves, |
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I feel the freeze down in my knees |
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But just before she leaves, she receives |
