She looks ahead
She paints her toenails red
She's wet and wild
A typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine
She'll throw a party a line
Stories extreme
She's such a drama queen
Cries through the night
She choked on Marlboro lights
Pure charm and grace
She hates her pretty face
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Straw spun from gold
She craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom
She plays an open wound
She takes everything they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern tease
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She was soft
She was unbroken
Dressed in the pink
That she wore as a token
To the summer
To the summer
Always clean
Always precautious
She was the devil
And she danced with the roses
In the summer...
She was rhyme
She was the reason
I left my life
For a soul that was freezing
In the summer...
Always cold, always in endearing
Sweet in the woods
She was naked and kneeling
In the summer...
A thought came down
And washed away the hurt
And there's always something
You can learn
A thought came down
And washed away the hurt
And there's always something
You can learn
Maybe wrong
Way beyond redemption
Caught between
My desire and intention
To protect her
From the summer...
I gave my word i would only teach her
Deep in believing
That the wisdom would release her
From her keepers
And the summer
Overwhelmed, primitive emotions
Struck by the river
That was screaming for the ocean
In the summer...
Silent now
No-one else beguiling
Lost in thew woods
I will always hear her crying
In the summer...
A thought came down
And washed away the hurt
And there's always something
You can learn
A thought came down
And it washed away the hurt
And there's always something
You can learn
You can learn
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You walked all over, in your blunderstones
In your own road movie, with your one armed man
Gonna make it to the problem page
Trouble-shoot your life
Gonna make it to the problem page
Need some time and space
Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a low place like home
Low place like home
You talked it over from your bedroom throne
Making sense of nothing, like your one armed man,
Read your future in the magazine, search your stars for clues
Read your future in the magazine, tells you what to lose
Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a low place like home
Low place like home
You fall all over, in your small town heels
Catching hold of nothing, like your one armed man,
Treat your life like a tragedy, self-inflict abuse
Treat your life like a tragedy, precious else to choose
Crucify yourself,
I hope you find yourself
In a low place like home
Low place like home
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