Title Track by Okkervil River

Capo 4

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All of the stage names evaporate
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And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race
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Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late, to be far too 
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dear or too cut-rate
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Hold my hand again
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Like at the lake
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Hold that mirror, babe
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Up to my face
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Hear the whippoorwill?
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Am I breathing still?

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A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers
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All broken down in their beds
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Now intravenously fed
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From a bag hanging over their heads
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Can I put you down for some miles?
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What do you say?
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Cause don't you know, it's going to be a long, long way
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But if you've got the cash
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I'm ready to bust my ass

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So, take this thin broken down circus clown reject and
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Give her the name of a queen
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Don't I know her from the mezzanine?
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She didn't look like no princess to me
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But with the proper words
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Bestowed
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And with her morning shoot
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Her evening clothes
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Don't call her a prostitute
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Well, she ain't one of those
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Just call her a proper little statue
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Come unfroze 

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