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  • She does raindances
    When she's feeling dry
    North train track woman
    Got her arms in the sky
    And she's moving to arlington
    As soon as she can
    She got blood in her eye
    Stones in her sky and she walks like a man
    Arlington girl
    Arlington girl
    She says she does
    Does all she pleases
    Dancing on tomb stones
    Black dirt and old bones
    Some say that she's hangin'
    Just waiting around
    For jesus
    She does raindances
    And she knows the score
    All the back alley banjo boys
    Lie down and die on the floor
    Sewing stories for romans
    On yellows and blues
    Expensive suites and dirty teeth
    There sand in her shoes
    Arlington girl
    Arlington girl
    She says she does
    Does all she pleases
    Now she's dancing on tomb stones
    Black dirt and old bones
    Some say she's hanging
    Just waiting around
    For jesus
    Insatiable sins
    Sometimes they turn out all right
    But only cursed girls have this blessing of foresight
    So to stop herself from going insane
    She rinses her soul off
    Down in the cold
    Blue rain
  • She does raindances
    When she's feeling dry
    North train track woman
    Got her arms in the sky
    And she's moving to arlington
    As soon as she can
    She got blood in her eye
    Stones in her sky and she walks like a man
    Arlington girl
    Arlington girl
    She says she does
    Does all she pleases
    Dancing on tomb stones
    Black dirt and old bones
    Some say that she's hangin'
    Just waiting around
    For jesus
    She does raindances
    And she knows the score
    All the back alley banjo boys
    Lie down and die on the floor
    Sewing stories for romans
    On yellows and blues
    Expensive suites and dirty teeth
    There sand in her shoes
    Arlington girl
    Arlington girl
    She says she does
    Does all she pleases
    Now she's dancing on tomb stones
    Black dirt and old bones
    Some say she's hanging
    Just waiting around
    For jesus
    Insatiable sins
    Sometimes they turn out all right
    But only cursed girls have this blessing of foresight
    So to stop herself from going insane
    She rinses her soul off
    Down in the cold
    Blue rain