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i know your ways, so when i tell you "don't get crazy" but the last wall standing's fell, your daddy kicked it down. your little sister's gonna have a baby. i heard you're planning to drive into the desert. hope you find the gypsy queen there to make your body feel a little better. i heard some talk around the table, heard someone say your name. they talk like you were a superstar. they know you for what you are. do you really think it's wise to try to push the sun back down before it rises? i know you're used to winning. when are you going to choose the prizes? you must get tired of standing on the outside watching the show, tired of all the useless conversation. you know how all the boys, they like their little ladies silent, dead, dead quiet. even though i know you don't believe in dreams, don't even like to close your eyes, the other night there was a shot outside. you screamed in your sleep. you said "help me i'm still breathing jesus, please jesus, isn't this enough?" it's been a long time you've been standing in line, just like they've taught you. waiting for the view, you'd learned in school, you were entitled to.