Condor Ave

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
 She locked the car and slipped past into rhythmic quietude
 Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse
 I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth
 The chimes fell over each other, I fell onto my knees
 The sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased
 A sick shouting like you hear at the fairground
 Now i'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still around
 I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters
 It'll make a whisper outta you
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 She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
 The fairgrounds lit
 A drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through
 Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth
 Looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach
 I can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake
 To take a little nap while the road is straight
 I wish that car had never been discovered
 They took away the bottle and the hat he was under
 That's the one thing he could do
 And it'll make a whisper outta you
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 She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
 Cops were running around the scene looking for some kind of clue
 They never get uptight when a moth gets crushed
 Unless a lightbulb really loved him very much
 I'm lying down, blowing smoke from my cigarette
 Little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get
 You're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon
 Headlights burning bright ahead of you
 And someone's burning out out on Condor Avenue
 Trying to make a whisper outta you
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 What a shitty thing to say, did you really mean it?
 You never said a word to me about what passed between us
 So now i'm leaving you alone
 You can do whatever the hell you want to
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