. They pay me not to come home.. Keeping me stoned.. I won’t run away.. They say it’s easy to get.. Stuck in this town.. Just like Joan. You know I gave it all up for the stage.. They fill my cup up.. in the cage.. It’s no ones business but mine when I’m low.. To hold yourself ups not a crime here you know.. At the end of the world.. So I kick my feet at the lights.. Breathe it in all night.. There’s a light in a canvass tree. Money from home supports me.. They pay me not to come home.. I won’t eat crow.. I’ll stay away.. And though all roads will not lead you home my dear.. All roads lead to the end.. of the world And I’ll so a little luck up into the hem of my gown.. The only way down from the gallows.. is.. to swing And I will wear boots instead of high heels.. And the next stage i’m on.. will.. have wheels
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