This song popped into my head sort of out of nowhere in the middle of a conversation this afternoon, and said there until finally I had to use Stevie Nicks to get something else going through my head. Very different from each other, which is what usually works for me when I have a song, or part of a song playing in a loop in my monkey mind.
That has happened more often than not the last few days. I'm glad to replace each loop with a new one. Tonight it's Pasty Cline, and still a bit of Stevie Nicks. I wonder which one will get me to sleep tonight, or keep me awake....
she's got her ticket I think she's gonna use it. think she's going to fly away. no one should try to stop her, persuade her with their power. she says that her mind is made up
she's got her ticket I think she's going to use it, think she's going to fly away. no one should try to stop her, persuade her with their power. she says that her mind it made up.
why not leave, why not go away. too much hatred, corruption and greed. give your life and invariably they leave you with nothing.
young girl ain't got no chances, no roots to keep her strong. she shed all pretenses that someday she'll belong. some folks call her a run away, a failure in the race, but she knows where her ticket takes her and she will find her place in the sun.
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