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| The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves/But they wind up wounded, not even dead, Tonight in Jungleland | |
| Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing/Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful, oh gimme your hands. | |
| I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside/Through the walls, our daughters cry, see their tears in the rainfall | |
| We took a walk that night but it wasn't the same/Everything will be alright | |
| And if the snow buries my, My neighborhood/My whole life I've been learning. Oh, Norah! | |
| Once upon a time, you dressed so fine, you threw the bums a dime, in your prime/Don't send me no more letters, no, Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row | |
| Smack, crack, bushwhacked. Tie another one to the racks, baby./The river empties to the tide. All of this is coming your way | |
| Asked a girl what she wanted to be.../Catch you with another man, That’s the end - ah, little girl. | |
| I don't feel as if I know you, You take up all my time/Where were you while we were getting high? | |
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| Anthony works in the grocery store, Savin' his pennies for someday/Just to be at home, and to be all alone...with you | |
| I remember you and me used to spend The whole goddamned day in bed/And there's someone who understands you more than I do, A sadness I can't erase, All alone on your face | |
| Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields/I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road... | |
| There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.../southtown girls wont blow you away but you know that they'll stay | |
| Step out the front door like a ghost, Into the fog where no one know knows about the contrast of white on white/I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me. Change, change, | |
| All alone not by myself, Another girl bad for my health/Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles! Away!!! | |
| So long ago, I don't remember when That's when they say I lost my only friend/But I wish I felt nothing Then it might be easy for me Like it is for you | |
| Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band/Just turn back a page I'll waste away, I'll waste away | |
| Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals/Meet the new boss Same as the old boss | |
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