Anne Louise Chords

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 This leaAmthers called a seat belt Anne LouCise

 Your heAmad out of the window in the cooCling summer breeze

 And in the aFir were all the things you claimed we neGed

 They seemed to Fbe worth less than once I did belieGve

 And I sAmwear to God that I'll avenge your deCath

 With the bAmest lawyers of auto-politiCcs

 And I'll spFend whatever money's to be spGent

 To try and reFvive your broken body agGain

 And the pAmenny-pitching funeral was shCit

 Your boAmdy in a plastic frame that CI threw flowers in

 And I hope to GFod that you'll remember me in heGaven

 God I hFope you don't remember that in heGaven

 God I hFope that they'll allow me into heGaven

 Look what I've becAmome C

 Look what I've becAmome C

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