Not you again, I thought you died
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I thought you were killed on your wedding night
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Not you again, hypocrite
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You’ve come to ask me to kill you again, is that it?
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Not you again, I’m no fool twice
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I’ve heard the wolf tracking in the ice
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Peel off the latex, fair-weather friend
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Is that supposed to be a nose? No, not you again
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Oh, Mary
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Don’t weep down on me
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“I don’t need a host to live”
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Oh, Mary
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I’m just too much to carry
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Mary
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Not you again, my grandmother’s Lord
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Another friend like that, I can’t afford
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California makes me sick
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Like trying with a rattlesnake your teeth to pick
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Everyone I know gossips endlessly
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Everyone I know suffers just like me
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Have you come back for your saddle, to squat like a hen?
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Why are you even here? Not you again
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Oh, Mary
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Don’t weep down on me
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“I don’t need a host to live”
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Oh, Mary
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I’m just too much to carry
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Mary
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The wind knocked down the chicken coop
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The cat left a rat’s carcass on my front stoop
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Once again, I’ve been seduced
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Now it looks like my chickens have come home to roost
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To Every Man His Chimera
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| Cass McCombs |
