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you shot bolt upright in the middle of the dark, as she drove her motorcycle through the trailer park, a hundred miles an hour, no helmet on her head, 'til that concrete drain was runnin' cherry red, used to sit and drink coffee at the waffle house, had to spin up her wheels just to get it out, now it all comes back to haunt you, yeah, it comes back anytime it wants to, it all comes back through the holes and the cracks, where you thought you let it slip away, yeah, it all comes back some day, feelin' bad about yourself, you were seven years old, so you got her in the bushes where you had some control, tied up her hands so she couldn't fight fair, threw a jar of silver model car paint in her hair, after all these years does the shoe still fit?, have you only just now started wearin' it?, the way she combed her hair, straight across a minute where you could have died, you thought love was something that you had to hide, to survive, all those lives you thought you lived away, there ain't a one showin' any kinda sign of decay, they're all stacked on your head like infinity's crown, the truth is you ain't never lived anything down, you're bound up forever to the blood on the trail, to the tires on the gravel to the rust on the rail,
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Artist: john hiatt