| She's reaching for her backpack
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| Puts out a cigarette and gets on the bus
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| She's sittin' on a secret
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| She didn't ask for, no girl ever did
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| But there's a whisper in her heartbeat
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| And she can hear it just enough to keep her alive
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| When she's breathing in the blowback
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| There's nothing you can offer she ain't already tried
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| But she's breathing in the blowback
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| Born into poor white trash and always typecast
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| But she's gonna break out, boy, you'd better know that
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| It's just a matter of time
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| She fights back
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| (Breathing in again)
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| Breathing in the blowback
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| She is sucking on a Tic-Tac
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| A good man is a mystery, she's looking for clues
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| Woah, you'd better check that, buddy
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| 'Cause the blacktop's burning up what's left of the fuse
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| And she knows where she comes from
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| Doesn't need you dragging her all through it again
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| It's like breathing in the blowback
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| It's a hijack, now how much are you willing to spend?
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| But she's breathing in the blowback
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| Born into poor white trash and always typecast
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| But she's gonna break out, boy, you'd better know that
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| It's just a matter of time
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| She fights back
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| (Breathing in again)
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| Breathing in the blowback
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| (Breathing in the blowback)
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| Pinwheels spinning, roller skates and red flags
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| (Breathing in the blowback)
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| She's gonna break out, boy, you'd better know that
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| Can you cast out a demon?
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| Can you wrangle the wind?
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| Will you stay when she's breathing the blowback again? |