| Martha takes the Greyhounds
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| She says she lost her mantra way down South
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| But all that repetition just got her down, got her down
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| Now she says she won’t do drugs
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| Because she found something to love
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| She cured herself of everything
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| There’s nothing left but hair and skin
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| The only thing I asked her
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| Was did she have a plaster
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| For my pain, oh for the pain
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| She closed her eyes and took my hand
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| She said 'God might have a plan for me'
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| But making love in Martha’s room
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| I felt like I could see through her to him
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| But heaven is the place that’s open
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| When all the bars in town are closed
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| Heaven is the place, I never find
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| The only thing I told her
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| Was that God would have no answer
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| For my pain, oh for the pain, oh for the pain
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| She threw my clothes against the wall
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| She said 'I've met your type before
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| Don’t go, oh don’t go'
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| I’ve cured myself of everything
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| And now I think I know what makes you tick
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| She tied my hands about my head
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| Said a prayer and fetched her wit
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| She said the devil hides within my heart
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| The only thing I asked her
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| Was did she have a plaster
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| For my pain, oh for the pain
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| Oh for the pain, oh for the pain |