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How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age And I don't want to question or even celebrate You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page Can't they just invent a pill or frozen concentrate How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age This bad coffee's filling me with equal parts joy and rage There's never any need for them to demonstrate You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage, Now there must be a better way to educate How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age Make all kinds of money boy when I go on the stage And when later I was permitted to emigrate You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage How come they never told me 'bout the word "exaggerate" How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
created for you September 9th 2024 12:36
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| A | How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age | Caramia, Indigo Girls |
| B | And I don't want to question or even celebrate | Echo, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers |
| A | You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage | Gotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman |
| A | Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page | Highlands, Bob Dylan |
| B | Can't they just invent a pill or frozen concentrate | Be Chrool To Your Scuel, Twisted Sister |
| A | How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age | Caramia, Indigo Girls |
| A | This bad coffee's filling me with equal parts joy and rage | Good Morning Tucson, Jonathan Coulton |
| B | There's never any need for them to demonstrate | Life, In A Nutshell, Barenaked Ladies |
| A | You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage | Gotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman |
| A | Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage, | Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman |
| B | Now there must be a better way to educate | Be Chrool To Your Scuel, Twisted Sister |
| A | How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age | Caramia, Indigo Girls |
| A | Make all kinds of money boy when I go on the stage | Entertainer, Waylon Jennings |
| B | And when later I was permitted to emigrate | My Name Is Lisa Kalvelage, Ani Difranco |
| A | You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage | Gotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman |
| A | Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage | He Thinks He'll Keep Her, Mary Chapin Carpenter |
| B | How come they never told me 'bout the word "exaggerate" | Be Chrool To Your Scuel, Twisted Sister |
| A | How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age | Caramia, Indigo Girls |
| A | You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage | Gotta Serve Somebody, Nichole Nordeman |
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