Jane!

Won't the devil guide your hand for good luck
 To hold the honeysuckle rose as she lies down
 Reading the paper, reading the world right round and her eyes
 Record the sweet surprise of those who died that day
 Leaving her breathless, leading her hand to the grave
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 And Jane, you're early
 Your life's work is dirtied by the fools
 Who adore you
 Only to find, only to find you out
 They saw you dressing in the backroom
 Now they'll pay what they owe you
 It's only small change
 Red on the green green grass
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 Won't the devil take you back for more to open closed doors
 And keep the good from the great
 Evil and equal seeking to kill and create
 How grand the milk and honey land is on her tongue again
 Taste of the violence, trying to silence her head
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 And Jane, you're early
 Your life's work is dirtied by the fools
 Who adore you
 Biding your time, biding your time to strike
 Surely the poison makes a portrait of your face
 In the mirror, smiling with fright
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 Jane, you're early
 Your life's work is dirtied by the fools
 Who adore you
 Only to find, only to find you out
 They saw you dressing in the backroom
 Now they'll pay what they owe you
 It's only small change, red on the green green grass