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She digs her nails into her skin
Just to see how long it takes the lines to disappear
Beneath her skin
Another dollar, another day
Another lottery ticket
A little faith, and two cigarettes
She calls a man on the telephone
Hangs up when he answers
He sounds too smooth for her jagged edges
Another crime at the payphone
Another crime of passion
She puts the coins back in her pocket
It's no time to look for answers
It's no crime to hang up on fools
She puts her faith in jagged edges....
She slips behind the wheel, slides down the road
Coasts down the highway
Takes an exit she can remember
Another stop for gasoline
Another pack of cigarettes
They can smooth those jagged edges
It's no time to look for answers
It's no crime to hang up on fools
She puts her faith in jagged edges....
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