She told me her name was Cymbeline
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I met her at the corner of Church and Queen
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She was selling lies and other painted things
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I hardly even noticed when she touched my ring
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She sold me a camera for a song
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A silver instamatic made in Bonn
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Careful with my heart it's not very strong
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She wrote that on the border when I was gone
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She said that she's going home
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And she won't be long
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Half a mile from Texas
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She looked at me and said
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Everybody wants you when you're dead
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I can drive for hours when I'm wrong
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She said it like a preacher before the throng
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Careful with your life--it's not very long
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We struggle for a moment and then we're gone
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I think I'll take her bishop with my queen
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The glass is nearly empty and she's asleep
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Somewhere in my mind I think I see her weep
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Perhaps I'll check the silver before I leave
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Everybody Loves You When You're Dead
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| Wild Strawberries |
