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she took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenueand she locked the car and slipped past into rythmic quietudelights burning, voice dry and hoarse
I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forththe chimes fell over each other
I fell onto my kneesthe sound of the car driving off made me feel diseaseda sick shouting like you hear at the fairgroundnow I'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still around
I don't know what to do with your clothes or your lettersit'll make a whisper out of youshe took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenuethe fairground's lit a drunk man sitsby the gate she's driving throughgot his hat tipped bottle back in between his teethlooks like he's buried in the sand at the beach
I can't think about you driving off to leave barely awaketo take a little nap while the road is straight
I wish that car had never been discoveredthey took away the bottle and the hat he was underthat's the one thing that he could never doand it'll make a whisper out of youshe took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenuecops were running around the scenelooking for some kind of cluethey ever get uptight when a moth gets crushedunless a light bulb really loved him very much
I'm lying down, blowing smoke from my cigarettelittle whisper smoke signs you'll never getyou're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moonheadlights burning bright ahead of youand someone's burning out on Condor Avenuetrying to make a whisper out of youwhat a shitty thing to saydid you really mean ityou never said a word to me about what passed between usso now I'm leaving you aloneyou can do whatever the hell you want to
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