You knoe the sun is in your eyes,
and hurricanes and rains,
and black and cloudy skies.
You're running up and down that hill,
you turn it on and off at will,
there's nothing here to thrill or bring you down.
And if you've got no other choice,
You knoe you can follow my voice,
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.
Oh Lady Luck has led you here,
and they're so twisted up
theyll twist you up. I fear.
The pious, hateful and devout,
you're turning tricks til you're turned out,
the wind so cold it burns,
You're burning out and blowing round.
And if youve got no other choice
You knoe you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
The Fates are vicious and they're cruel.
You learned too late youve used 2 wishes
Like a fool
And then you're someone you are not,
and Junction City ain't the spot,
remember Mrs. Lot
and when she turned around.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.
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