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Was the the train
Was she last drag?
Was she the little of mind you thought you once had?
Was she the cure-all, or the disease?
Was she the ransack, or the good jeans?

the money spent
Maybe the bad
Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider
Maybe the head hung inside a toilet
Maybe the vampire for someone to bleed

Hey, it's she wants to be
Hey, that's whatever she's be
Out there the night
I'm the only boy she won't bite

Was she the wedding dress all in gasoline?
Was she the Jezebel dog treat?
Was she the warhead, or the
Was she death itself, or whatever comes

Maybe a
Maybe the common
Maybe the teeth pulling on a cigarette
the absolute
Maybe the
Maybe a fortune teller no-one there to read

And she waits, and she knows too well
She at her hands, but still can't tell
When good comes around
She packs up all her and jumps town

Was she the trophy
Was she the
Was she the only in life that you've been under?
Was she the broken string, or the symphony?
Maybe the upright, out-of-key

Maybe a tar pick filled up with ancient
the footsteps you hear when you're home alone
Maybe the prize bird its feathers
Maybe the glue that won't hold your shit together

Was she the blood that means disaster?
Maybe she's nothing close to what you think you're
all at once, man, you wake and come to
You know exactly it is that she was to you