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She was a real royal lady, patron of the arts
Said the best country singers die in the back of cars
So if I got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
To of them, all alone in the dark

So I laid some beside her in a bed made for a queen
She said I her different, that all the men her age were mean
Gave me anything I wanted, oh, the
I took all that I could, it was

Now the sky is a torn up and the clouds just splattered paint
Its a Im renovating, its a name I got to change
If I get out of California, Im going to my home state
To tell them all that I a mistake

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a saint
Who the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go out your mind trying to escape
the panicked paradox of day to day
If you cant understand something, then its best to be

The whole world, it loves you if you are a chic
Intersecting circles, she could hang anyone
But when conducting business, she would lie about where shes
Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was"

I learned to listen, felt like I was back at
Shed talk about the phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, got to let it come to you
And when it does, you will what to do"

Without knowing, I guess I took up her advice
Painted her door, it seemed a suitable goodbye
Its not often but I think of her sometimes
Just something quaint, a couple ships in the

And they keep moving at a glacial pace, turning circles in a memory
I made a new cast of the death mask that's cover my face
I had to change the combination to the
Hide it all behind a wall, let wait
And never trust a that's so bent, it cant break