No Name #4 - Live at Umbra Penumbra - September 17th, 1994

For a change, she got out before he hurt her bad
 Took her records and clothes and pictures of her
 Boy, it really made her sad
 Packed it up and didn't look back
 I'm okay, let's just forget all about him
 The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine
 In her bag, I saw things she drew when she was nine
 Like this one here; her alone, nobody near
 What a shame, let's just not talk about it
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 No, it doesn't look like you, but you did wear cowboy boots
 That's your fame, there's no question about it
 Once we got back inside with one ear to the ground
 I was ready to hide 'cause I don't know who's around
 And you look scared
 It's our secret, do not tell, okay?
 Let's just not talk about it
 Don't tell, okay? Let's just forget all about it