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Headed back to Evanston with the mess of her life
Fell out of society don’t know how she didn’t die
Trading in her drugs for theirs is one way to get high
Headed back to Evanston with the mess of her mind

The pressure and the bugs crawling on her all night
Just like her daddy’s done all her life
And pretty it ain’t always beautiful but she was pretty one time
She felt beauty when the smoke would release, the pain would leave her mind
Oh but every time the pain would go
She would lose just a little bit of her mind
And the pain always would return
But her mind, oh her mind, was left behind

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The pills and the noxious smoke
Oh and all of her connoisseur friends
They were high when the sun would rise
All them days never would end
Ah but panic in her head would come
It was sex, ah for money, for sin
She would stay up fearing silent nights
Well they just might just let the world in

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