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Was the the wreck?
Was she last drag?
Was she the little piece of mind you you once had?
Was she the cure-all, or the disease?
Was she the ransack, or the good denim

Maybe the money
Maybe the bad
Maybe the wound left behind a spider bite
Maybe the hung inside a toilet seat
Maybe the vampire for someone to bleed

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

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

Maybe a
the common thread
Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a
Maybe the
Maybe the
Maybe a fortune teller with no-one there to

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

Was she the wife?
Was she the
Was she the only in life that you've been under?
Was she the broken string, or the whole
Maybe the upright, perfectly

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

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