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Baby says I've gone to the country. The last train's leaving town.
The cold black steel of the trestle, babe, was severed about a county down.
It's alright, said a voice through the pay telephone, boys gonna work 'til dawn.
She'd put faith in the devil's pocketbook just to prove her own mama wrong.
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And you say what you want, you take the part before you know the lines.
If you can't make us the fool, well baby at least you'll burn out bright.
The storm is calling you home.
But you're dancing on the edge of a blade.
Set on a course looking for that hurricane.
I hope you know the high road keeps a girl safe and warm.
But it feels right looking in the eye of the storm.
Drove a slight thread of road through the country, had to let her skin taste air.
With a howl crawling up to her ebon locks, a path no beast would ever dare.
It wasn't 'fore long, headlights had sunken behind the red oak and mist.
You were marked with an elegant deathwish
tattooed right above your silken breast.
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I call you. (oh oh oh oh) Thought I saw you. (oh oh oh oh )
'tween the shadows there beneath these ancient trees.
The devil had me too, girl. (oh oh oh oh) Like my father (oh oh oh oh) before.
And now the storm has spilled its rain.
The lightning piercing deep now (oh oh oh oh) and it won't stop now. (oh oh)
‘til the girl can say we've all been washed clean.
I'm clean of all my fear now, baby please.
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