| While you were in Michigan
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| She was pretty much living in
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| A 3.2 bars a stretch to call a club.
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| It was called The Ambassador
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| She was pretty much crashing there.
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| The space between the skin and all her blood.
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| The nights were hot and hissing like an iron.
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| The days spent climbing walls like a vine.
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| A Bay City tire shop.
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| It’s just a temporary stop.
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| A touchdown on a trip that was mostly undefined.
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| While you were still staying there.
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| All the halls smelled like burning hair.
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| In the end it made you sick but at first you didn’t mind.
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| The nights were hot and hissing like an iron.
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| The day were cold and crushed you like a can.
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| Years spent faking pain and making plans.
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| I’m pretty sure you’d recognize these guys.
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| That were asking around for you just the other night.
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| There was blood on the bed
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| And the lights in their eyes.
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| If you came around the back
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| We could take them by surprise.
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| Your friend from the tire shop.
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| He keeps talking about some rock
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| Like he wants something hard to hit his head on.
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| You said he’s a mystic.
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| Well I know he’s not Catholic.
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| He’s got a cross all upside down carved in his arm.
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| The nights were hot and hissing like an iron.
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| The days were cold and crushed you like a can.
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| Years spent faking pain and making plans.
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| I’m pretty sure you’d recognize these guys.
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| That were asking around for you just the other night.
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| There was blood on the bed
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| And the lights in their eyes.
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| When you came back to us
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| In South Minneapolis
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| You said revenge exists outside of space and time.
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| Back behind The Ambassador.
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| Man it feels kind of magical.
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| I guess your friend can really move things with his mind.
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| It was called The Ambassador
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| There wasn’t much diplomatic there.
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| The space between the skin and all the blood. |