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Was the the train
Was she your last
Was she the little piece of mind you thought you had?
Was she the cure-all, or the disease?
Was she the ransack, or the denim jeans?

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

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

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

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

And she waits, and she knows herself too
She stares at her hands, but can't tell
When good luck around
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 whole
Maybe the upright, perfectly

Maybe a tar pick filled up with bone
Maybe the you hear when you're home alone
Maybe the prize bird its feathers
Maybe the glue that just hold your shit together

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