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Was the the wreck?
Was she last drag?
Was she the little piece of mind you thought you once
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 head hung a toilet seat
Maybe the vampire searching for to bleed

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

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

Maybe a
Maybe the common
Maybe the gray pulling on a cigarette
Maybe the
Maybe the
a fortune teller with no-one there to read

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

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, perfectly

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

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