Bring your offering––side door, she's your ride

Born to carry you to the other side

I will know you when things don't quite add up

Bring your parasol and your coffee cup





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Dry––the wind blows dry, so dry

Crack the vent––here comes a cool breeze

And chances are we'll always be on the other side of town

But the wind will always whistle for Louise







Working at the pump, she knew gasoline

Maps and geography, beer and methedrine

No one showed when they put her six feet down

The day her garage blew the dog was all they found





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