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Holy cow, look what you've done
You've got me now so i can't speak;
I wonder how you turned out the stars
I hear your laugh
Like falling railway cars,
Far and away, peaking through the bars
Safe behind your own lock and key
--safe for now from me
God only knows how i love you
But god and his ghost
And his roadhouse crew
Ran me out of town on a silver rail
Free at last and begging him for jail
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