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David Arn – Even In A Town Of Seven Churches (Odds Are Even) lyrics
At your stepmother’s vacuumed mansion
They unplugged your magic wand
You grew smaller than your shadow
Learned other ways to turn it on
But, hey don’t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what that’s all about.
Designer potholes in the kitchen
Old logos on your dress
Thrift store becomes so much more
When others say it looks like less
Escaping on your own
Is harder than the talk
With shoulders soft from backpacks you carried
It’s well known
You walked the widow’s walk
Long before you were even married
Standing outside another’s limelight
Igniting matches with an open nerve
Odds are even in a town of seven churches
No one will get what they deserve
Spring will bring daffodils and violets
There’s a rusty cycle everyone wants to save
But come on back, throw away your silence
We’ll plant a pink slip on the step family grave
Hey—Don’t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what that’s all about
Hey–don’t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
They unplugged your magic wand
You grew smaller than your shadow
Learned other ways to turn it on
But, hey don’t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what that’s all about.
Designer potholes in the kitchen
Old logos on your dress
Thrift store becomes so much more
When others say it looks like less
Escaping on your own
Is harder than the talk
With shoulders soft from backpacks you carried
It’s well known
You walked the widow’s walk
Long before you were even married
Standing outside another’s limelight
Igniting matches with an open nerve
Odds are even in a town of seven churches
No one will get what they deserve
Spring will bring daffodils and violets
There’s a rusty cycle everyone wants to save
But come on back, throw away your silence
We’ll plant a pink slip on the step family grave
Hey—Don’t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what that’s all about
Hey–don’t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
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