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&quot;Joliet,&quot; she says, &quot;is the darkest part of a man?<br />It's angry and slick<br />Into her letters writes<br />through herself each time<br />she thinks of him<br /><br />Trips her way down south<br />into mystery's mouth<br />and he follows her there<br />It's what she doesn't say<br />that makes you want to stay<br />and try to comfort her<br /><br />I talked to the cousins of people who knew you<br />I asked them the questions they expected to hear<br />Like maybe a killing went down in your town<br />Maybe it's the prison<br />or the birth of barbed wire<br /><br />&quot;Joliet,&quot; she says, &quot;is the darkest part of a man?<br />It's shaped like liberty's bell<br />cracked and common law<br />and stretched out over its flaws<br />like an ink-less well<br /><br />The hanging judge in town<br />records her comments down<br />she saves the crowd the truth -<br />and deals with it herself<br />Fills that hollow well<br />with nothing left to prove<br /><br />I talked to mountains and streams that pushed through there<br />I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bear<br />to the colorless people that sat there<br />beneath her<br />curled up, stared<br /><br />I talked to the cousins of people who knew you<br />I asked them the questions they expected to hear<br />Like maybe a killing went down in your town<br />Maybe it's the prison<br />or the birth of barbed wire<br /><br />Joliet
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&quot;Joliet,&quot; she says, &quot;is the darkest part of a man?<br />It's angry and slick<br />Into her letters writes<br />through herself each time<br />she thinks of him<br /><br />Trips her way down south<br />into mystery's mouth<br />and he follows her there<br />It's what she doesn't say<br />that makes you want to stay<br />and try to comfort her<br /><br />I talked to the cousins of people who knew you<br />I asked them the questions they expected to hear<br />Like maybe a killing went down in your town<br />Maybe it's the prison<br />or the birth of barbed wire<br /><br />&quot;Joliet,&quot; she says, &quot;is the darkest part of a man?<br />It's shaped like liberty's bell<br />cracked and common law<br />and stretched out over its flaws<br />like an ink-less well<br /><br />The hanging judge in town<br />records her comments down<br />she saves the crowd the truth -<br />and deals with it herself<br />Fills that hollow well<br />with nothing left to prove<br /><br />I talked to mountains and streams that pushed through there<br />I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bear<br />to the colorless people that sat there<br />beneath her<br />curled up, stared<br /><br />I talked to the cousins of people who knew you<br />I asked them the questions they expected to hear<br />Like maybe a killing went down in your town<br />Maybe it's the prison<br />or the birth of barbed wire<br /><br />Joliet
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