| Tell me a story where you don’t come home
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| And steady waters wear the stone
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| Tell me a story where you leave your home
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| And ditch her steady, sitting bones
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| Look at yourself and what do you see?
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| The fat skin of eve makes a devil out of me
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| Lord loose the women and light the fires
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| ‘Ain't love that makes me,' smiles the liar
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| Bringing up the rear with whiskey and clouds
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| Ain’t grief or glory maks me bow
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| The bucked math of clls does not agree
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| Divide, divide to multiply me
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| Tell me a story where you don’t come home
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| And steady waters wear the stone
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| Tell me a story where you leave your home
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| And ditch her steady, sitting bones
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| You’re a strange strong tree with branches black
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| You I whisper and shake to attack
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| Until the wood is loud with bit flesh howls
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| And dogs are dizzy with blood wet jowls
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| I left my stink like a mink’s dead gland
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| All over your mouth, all over your hand
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| Cut cut unto that sweet bird’s throat
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| And sew for me a feathered coat
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| I scoop out one eye and the well washed it clean
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| I’m just getting my own, I’m not being mean
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| I’ve come to collect what’s rightfully mine
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| Who slipped from my string as I let it untwine
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| I see what is coming with the eye I lost
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| The well cleans it open, water tossed
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| I know who will betray me before they do
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| And I set to punishing the many and the few
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| This is the story where you don’t go home
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| And the ready ocean stole the stone
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| This is the story where I am your home
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| And we leave those others all alone |