Anne Louise Chords

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This leaAmthers called a seat belt Anne LouCise

Your heAmad out of the window in the cooCling summer breeze

And in the aFir were all the things you claimed we neGed

They seemed to Fbe worth less than once I did belieGve

And I sAmwear to God that I'll avenge your deCath

With the bAmest lawyers of auto-politiCcs

And I'll spFend whatever money's to be spGent

To try and reFvive your broken body agGain

And the pAmenny-pitching funeral was shCit

Your boAmdy in a plastic frame that CI threw flowers in

And I hope to GFod that you'll remember me in heGaven

God I hFope you don't remember that in heGaven

God I hFope that they'll allow me into heGaven

Look what I've becAmome C

Look what I've becAmome C

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