Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door, Like she`d done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place. Yeah I want to pull you down into bed. I want to cast your face in lead. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there. Jolene heard her father`s uneven snores. Right then she knew there must be something more. Jolene heard the singing in the forest. She opened the door quietly and stepped into the night. Yeah I want to throw you out into space. I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there.
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