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    "She"genre: Alternative Country
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    "It was mid-July, we were drowning in flies, and the sun burned like a hadoken. My father had sea-dog eyes, for his travels were verboten."

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    It was mid-July, we were drowning in flies,
    And the sun burned like a hadoken.
    My father had sea-dog eyes,
    For his travels were verboten.
    I had to sell my shoes,
    And walk barefoot on the hot ground.
    Just so I could buy a vowel,
    So I could make a hurt sound.

    She said she wasn't born
    In the middle of a brimstone storm.
    But I know she is a liar.
    A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.

    When she came to town she stood downwind
    So we couldn't smell trouble.
    If only I knew every town she'd been through
    She'd razed to rubble.
    Then I wouldn't have gone up to her, or looked at her,
    I wouldn't even have given her my name.
    I wouldn't have said, 'I'll be yours if you'll take me,
    'Till I die or go insane.'

    She said she wasn't born
    In the middle of a brimstone storm.
    But I know she is a liar.
    A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.

    She burns me like the sun.
    She pukes on me like a fly.
    Am I the only one?
    And if so, why?

    I've said if she knew what she did to me
    She would stop.
    Oh, how I wish that were true.
    But I know that it is not.
    Lord, she knows not what she does,
    Lord, I know not what she be.
    For my only frame of reference
    Is the creature of Shelley.

    She said she wasn't born
    In the middle of a brimstone storm.
    But I know she is a liar.
    A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.

    I froze beneath the moon,
    Picked out by the cold light of the stars.
    I tried to up and run,
    But my broken legs wouldn't carry me far.
    The cold wind bit in to me,
    Just like she used to do.
    I could feel her inside my bones,
    I felt rotten right through.

    She said she wasn't born
    In the middle of a brimstone storm.
    But I know she is a liar.
    A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.

    I can never be free.
    I will always burn and freeze.
    And that's the way it'll be.
    So long as she is she.

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