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30 lines
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Heard your name the other day, it's been a long, long time
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Ancient history, some would say, another state of mind
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You smell of memory felt-tipped electric child
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She takes a plastic pill, she plays the weatherman
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She screams "Religion kills more than it saves you, man"
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She painted filigrees, she was the acid queen
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She claims society is just a fever dream
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Now you live in the trees and salty seas tripping out in the blue skies
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You shut the door on everything too busy getting high
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And me, just another dream theory lost inside your eyes
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She's not in your history books, lost her mind and kept her looks
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Down beneath the radar screen, she's lit up like gasoline
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Been throught a million kicks looking for the one that sticks
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Never would've known it then, I might not see her again
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Top hats and tails for thrills, red lips and famous hands
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Sidelong and glancing still in tiny dancer land
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We kissed, time slipped, hard edged, tight lipped
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See you some time, ask me if I care
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Karen, miss communication, Karen, Karen
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_____________________
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Name Karen Revisited
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Artist Sonic Youth
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Album Murray St.
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