He is drinking water from the faucet from the river
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From the tributary it comes through rusted pipes
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Outside his window he sees the water that's supposed to be clean
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By the chemicals polluted by the candy factory lines
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Someplace on the edge of town
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Someplace on the edge of town
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Is where they live --
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Political scientists
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So now she is crawling on her hands and her knees
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She is dirtying her jeans choking on her own perfume
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With a pen she writes below the sink in someone's restaurant
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This place is inconvenient for my name
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She forgets to write it anyway
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She forgets to write it anyway
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The government supplies the cocaine
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Political scientists
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There's no guarantees
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There's no guarantees
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There's no guarantees
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Banging hard upon a crooked drum
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She feels them tearing down Salvation Army houses back in Michigan
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Her husband's divorced but he treats her that way of course
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Because he needs her just like he needs medicine
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She forgets to write him anyway
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She forgets to write him anyway
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What's red and white and nearly over
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Political scientist
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Political scientist
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Political scientist
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There's no guarantees
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There's no guarantees
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There's no guarantees
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Political Scientist
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Ryan Adams |