Hung up in a Pennsylvania mining town
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Got down to Boston in time for tea
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Don't know exactly just what's going down
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Better hang around until I see.
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She uses beauty like a knife
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She cuts me even more, she changes
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Right before my eyes into something ugly and sore.
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Beauty like a knife
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She cuts me even more, she changes
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Right before my eyes into something strange and more.
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Don't bomb the inn, I'm on a holiday
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But Oklahoma's just a jet away
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And the blood is on the books in Ohio
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So badly stained, what can I say?
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Of Thee I Sing
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| Leon Russell |
