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Was the the train
Was she your drag?
Was she the little piece of you thought you once had?
Was she the cure-all, or the disease?
Was she the ransack, or the good denim

Maybe the spent
Maybe the bad
Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider
Maybe the head hung inside a seat
Maybe the vampire searching for someone to

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

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

Maybe a
the common thread
Maybe the gray teeth on a cigarette
the absolute
Maybe the
Maybe a fortune with no-one there to read

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

Was she the wife?
Was she the
Was she the only spell in 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 bone
Maybe the footsteps you when you're home alone
Maybe the bird losing its feathers
Maybe the glue that just won't hold your shit

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