November 12, 2015

Lyrics

She comes home and she's happy
She comes home and she's blue
She comes home and then tells him
Listen baby, we're through
I don't know what happened next
All I know is she moved
Packed up her bags and her curtains
Left him in his room
Was there anything I could do?
Was there anything I could do?
She went out with her paint box
Paints the chapel blue
She went out with her matchsticks
Torched a carwash too
I don't know where she's living
All I got is a card
A picture of her at the pyramids
A knife held to her heart
Was there anything I could do?
Was there anything I could do?
She came down from the mountain
Said goodbye to her guru
She went back to her room
Lost herself in voodoo
I don't say that I blame her
People don't know what they want
If you spend your life looking behind you
You don't see what's up front
Was there anything I could do?
Was there anything I could do?
Was there anything I could do?
Was there anything I could do?
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire
Putting out her fire

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