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The Hold Steady
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Stevie Nix
You came into the party with a long black shawl
And the guys from the front lawn
Were making jokes about the white swan
Some nights we just need to get touched
And rub up against something plush
Some nights it's just a crush a
Nd some nights it's blood lust
She said we might use you later on
Meet me right back here around dawn
You came into the ER
Drinking gin from a jam jar
And the nurse is making jokes about the ER
Being like an after bar
You know you're weak and effete
And I'm coming up from the streets
You're up in your loft getting soft
And I'm coming up the stairs
And I'm coming from the streets
She said I love the guys you can't trust
Meet me here about dusk
I was half dead then I got born again
I got lost in all the lights
But it was okay in the end
And when we hit the twin cities
I didn't know that much about it
I knew Mary Tyler Moore
And I knew Profane Existence
I was keyed up, keys jangled in the stalls
They counted money in the motels
They mostly sold it in the malls
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And the carpet at the Thunderbird
Has a burn for every cowboy that got fenced in
She said you remind me of Rod Stewart
When he was young
You've got passion and you think that you're sexy
And all the punks think that you're dumb
The guys around the lockers
Got a story about the stomach pump
And the guys behind the theater
Found a body in the garbage dump
She got screwed up by religion
She got screwed by soccer players
She got high for the first time at the camps
Down by the banks of the Mississippi River
Lord, to be seventeen forever
She got confused about the truth
She came to in a confession
She got high for the last time in the camps
Down by the banks of the river
Lord, to be thirty-three forever
And she got screwed up by her vision
It was scary when she saw him
She didn't tell a single person about the camps
On the banks of the Mississippi River
Lord, to be seventeen forever
She got strung out on the scene
And she got scared when it got druggy
The way the whispers bit like fangs
In the last hour of the party
Lord, to be thirty-three forever
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