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Putting Me Away
02:45
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Like an old dog barking at a fence
Or an old watch priced at 90 cents
Or my leather-bound Bible
When heaven and hell stopped making sense
You're putting me away
In an old box filled up to the brim
With your old socks you keep because your pockets might get thin
Or the china cup you broke
But you keep it around 'cause it was a gift
You're putting me away
Out of sight and out of mind and out of earshot,
you can find me there
Gathering dust and taking space
You're putting me away
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Norma Jean
02:47
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This one's for a girl named Norma Jean
She was a beauty queen
Had the world upon a string
They named her Marilyn Monroe and they
gave her a role to play, said
"Show your legs and paint your face."
And all the papers said,
the papers said
Smile for the camera
Baby, you're a star
Smile for the camera
You are gonna go so far
Oh, she lost touch with a girl called Norma Jean
She was just trying to be the
one who had everything
Oh, and everywhere she went became a stage
Men with their hungry gaze
That was just the price to pay
And all the papers said,
the papers said
Smile for the camera
Baby, you're a star
Smile for the camera
You are gonna go so far
And on the day she died
They said she lost her mind
They found her wearing nothing but Chanel No. 5
But if you asked her what the reason was, she'd tell you that it was because
She was only playin
She was only playin
She was only playin her part
And all the papers said,
the papers said
Smile for the camera
Baby, you're a star
Smile for the camera
You are gonna go so far
So this one's for a girl called Norma Jean
She was a radiant beam
Stuck inside a TV screen
Oh, you know, to pick a flower is to choose her dying day
They put her in a vase
Then they watched her wilt away
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Women's Fiction
03:30
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As a woman, I have bloodstains on my clothes
from the times I couldn't buy myself a way to stop my bleeding
As a woman, I know each freckle on my toes
from the times I kept my eyes down hoping nobody could see me
And a man in the bar whispers in my ear, he says
"I've been talking to God again"
And I tell him I smell it on his breath, and he just laughs and says
"Let me take you home tonight."
I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction
As a woman I know every detour home
from the crossroads to the landmarks to the nearest telephone
As a woman I have blood between my teeth
from the times I bit my tongue so I didn't yell or scream
And the man on the step smokes a cigarette, and says
"Where you going in that dress?"
And I tell him, to hell with him
He just laughs, he just says, my dear
"Let me take you home tonight."
I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction
I could write a symphony and make them weep
But they're not going to see me, they're not going to hear me so
I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction
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