all her cash running
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out of green glass
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pocketful of money
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going down, down, down
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wagon's full of honey
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and she's gonna get some
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everybody knows the
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fun is for the brave ones
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every night she leaves
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with someone
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dirty man playing with
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his kickstand yeah
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we can see he's nothing
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but she wants him
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cause she's empty
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and he's got a pretty face
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and big hands to play with
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you've got to find your mind
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you've got to find your mind
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He said to get down
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on her knees
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he's gotta get what he needs
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she's got a frayed
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mess of a dress
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the kind that is about
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wearing you out
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she comes from people
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with ready minds
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cigarette child of
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the times
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her body is
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more than her years
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she hears a lunatic in her ears
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funny how it always is
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when your mind
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is in the way of his
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in what he wants
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he will succeed
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without a fight
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she will concede
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and we know she
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can't fix her soul
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by filling up
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empty holes
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you've got to find your mind
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you've got to find your mind
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i'm the girl
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with no innocence
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i'm your friendly
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neighborhood psychopath
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i'm the fear that
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makes you try anything
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i'm the one you don't
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know you're running from
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i'm the cold reminder
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of defeat
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i'll be there the next time
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you get in heat
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i'll be there when you
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wake up next week
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i'll be there when you
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freak the next freak
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you've got to find your mind
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you've got to find your mind
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Find Your Mind
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Luscious Jackson |