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Fourth Time Around (Live) - Chris Whitley
When
She said
Don't waste
Your words
They're just lies
I cried she was deaf
And she worked on my face
Until breaking my eyes
Said what else you got left
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said don't forget
Everybody must give something back
For something they get
I stood there and hummed
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come
And she buttoned her boot
Straightened her suit
Said don't get cute
Well I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs
And suyena gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum
She threw me outside
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt
I went back and knocked
I waited in the hallway
Sge get it
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against
Her jamaican rum
When she did come
I asked her for some
She said no dear
I said your words aren't clear
You'd better spit out your gum
She screamed till her face got so red
She fell on the floor
Galen
Thought I'd go look through her drawer
Galen
When I was through
Fill that my shoes
Brought it to you
And you you took me in
You love me in
You never wasted time
And I never took much
Never ask for your corruption
It too much for
My
