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She does raindances |
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When she's feeling dry |
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North train track woman |
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Got her arms in the sky |
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And she's moving to arlington |
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As soon as she can |
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She got blood in her eye |
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Stones in her sky and she walks like a man |
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Arlington girl |
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Arlington girl |
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She says she does |
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Does all she pleases |
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Dancing on tomb stones |
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Black dirt and old bones |
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Some say that she's hangin' |
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Just waiting around |
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For jesus |
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She does raindances |
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And she knows the score |
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All the back alley banjo boys |
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Lie down and die on the floor |
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Sewing stories for romans |
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On yellows and blues |
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Expensive suites and dirty teeth |
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There sand in her shoes |
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Arlington girl |
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Arlington girl |
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She says she does |
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Does all she pleases |
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Now she's dancing on tomb stones |
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Black dirt and old bones |
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Some say she's hanging |
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Just waiting around |
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For jesus |
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Insatiable sins |
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Sometimes they turn out all right |
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But only cursed girls have this blessing of foresight |
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So to stop herself from going insane |
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She rinses her soul off |
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Down in the cold |
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Blue rain |
