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She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
And she locked the car and slipped past
Into rythmic queitude
Lights burning
Voice dry and hoarse
I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth
The feel over each other
I fell onto my knees
The sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased
A sick like you hear at the fairground
Now 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 letters
It'll make a whisper out of you
She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
The fairground's lit
A drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through
Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth
Looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach
I can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake
To take a little nap while the road is straight
I wish that car had never been discovered
They took away the bottle and the hat he was under
That's the one thing that he could never do
And it'll make a whisper out of you
She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
Cops were running around the scene
Looking for some kind of clue
They ever get uptight when a moth gets crushed
Unless a light bulb really loved him very much
I'm lying down
Blowing smoke from my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs you'll never get
You're in your oldsmobile driving past the moon
Headlights burning bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out on condor ave
Trying to make a whisper out of you
What a shitty thing to say
Did you really mean it? You never said a word to me about what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you alone
You can do whatever the hell you want to
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