Tom:
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twenty-five the season of dark
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three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope
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he's a spider on the web
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she was a tiny woman, he could sense
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her developing body was just the beginning
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she said is anybody out there
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she was bruised like a cherry
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ripe as a peach
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how could he have known
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that she was only fifteen?
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she came to him like a tick on the noose
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little blue eyed soul, always black and blue
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it's a new eyed moon for the likes of me
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our skin is like grass
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let's smoke it real fast
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is anybody out there?
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he was deep like a graveyard, wide like TV
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and how could he have known
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that she'd be down for almost anything
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she was only, only, only fifteen
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my oh my you pretty thing
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it's about that time
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for us to leave
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does your daddy have a shotgun?
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he was deep like a graveyard
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she was ripe as a peach
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and how could he have known?
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that she was only fifteen
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she was only, only, only fifteen
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she was only, only, only fifteen
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