Kyle Craft — Fever Dream Girl

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Was she a trainwreck, was she a last drag?
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Was she the little peace of mind you thought you once had?
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Was she the cure-all or just the disease?
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Was she the ransacked girl in big denim jeans?
          C                      D
Maybe the money spent, maybe the bad nights,
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Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider bite,
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Maybe the head hung inside a toilet seat,
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Maybe the vampire searching for someone to bleed.

[Bridge]
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Hey, it's whatever she wants to be.
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Hey, that's whatever she's gonna be
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Out there roaming the night,
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Yes, I'm the only boy she won't fight.

[Verse 2]
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Was she the wedding dress drenched all in gasoline?
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Was she the new-age jezebel dog treat?
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Was she the warhead or the firecracker?
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Was she death itself or whatever comes after?
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Maybe a sucker punch, maybe the common threat,
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Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette,
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Maybe the absolute, maybe the in-between,
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Maybe a fortune teller with no one there to read.

[Bridge]
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And she waits and she knows herself too well,
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She stares at her hands but still can't tell
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When good luck comes around
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She packs up all her cards and jumps town.

[Verse 3]
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Was she the trophy wife, was she the wanderer?
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Was she the only spell in life that you've been under?
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Was she the broken string or the whole symphony?
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Maybe the upright, perfectly out of key,
        C                      D
Maybe a tar pit filled up with ancient bone,
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Maybe the footsteps you hear when you're home alone,
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Maybe the prize bird losing its feathers,
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Maybe the glue that just won't hold your shit together.

[Guitar solo]
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[Outro]
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Was she the blood moon that means disaster?
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Maybe she's nothing close to what you think you're after.
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When all at once, man, you wake and come to
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You know exactly what it is that she was to you.