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i love how pointed Jenny Hoysten's lyrics are
Staring at an empty line
Knowing it's a paper waste
Gideon can't save me now in my hotel room
Mary seems a put on next to Virginia
Archetype versus a modern fantasy
Mary has nothing on Virginia
She walks past downtown on a cloud
I shook and I moved and I got all around
Took (the) staircase up and the lift back down
Forgotten and allowed to become
Another hotel suicide
Staring at an empty line
This note is a paper waste
They've got a law in the desert
They've got a law to protect their children
They've got a law to help each other
Where everybody has a gun
Everybody has knife
I can do the diseased soft shell
I can do the dizzy soft shoe
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