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[Cassandra Jenkins:]
What were you thinkin'
When they pulled you out in the Lincoln
Takin' off in the middle of the night
With a busted tail light
You called me from an unknown number
And told me not to tell your mother
That they found everything
And all the places you'd kept hidden

Oh, boy
These are things
You could never have foreseen

Last time I saw you
I was wearing the same dress
You served out a three-year sentence
You read The Bible, Siddhartha, and Malcolm X
And I bounced through sunsets
Like you and a pack of American Spirits

Oh, boy
These are things
You could have never foreseen
You should never have foreseen
Oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Voicemail Message:]
Sorry to report, uh, my, uh, en-route was interrupted. Here in Garza County. Hopefully I won't, uh, go to the pen. Alright, have good shows!

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