Chris Whitley
Loco Girl

I found my loco girl
All still, no word for where she'd been
I sense the memories on her skin
Like broken glass had broke her in
And I, in exile, recognize a friend

These chains grow stronger every year
Will she defect or disappear
This world can hold her in sway
Maybe she'll take me there someday
When I find my loco girl again
When I find my loco girl again
When I find my loco girl again

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