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Was the the train
Was she your 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 denim jeans?

Maybe the money
the bad nights
Maybe the deep wound left behind a bite
Maybe the hung inside a toilet seat
Maybe the searching for someone to bleed

Hey, it's she wants to be
Hey, that's she's gonna be
Out there the night
Guess I'm the only boy she bite

Was she the wedding drenched all in gasoline?
Was she the new-age Jezebel dog
Was she the warhead, or the
Was she death itself, or comes after?

a suckerpunch
Maybe the thread
the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette
Maybe the
Maybe the
Maybe a teller with no-one there to read

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

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

Maybe a tar pick filled up with bone
Maybe the footsteps you hear when home alone
Maybe the prize bird losing its
Maybe the glue that just won't hold your shit

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