Purple evening light
Can't explain just why, this time
Could be the last shot
Playing dress up
Is that what you want from me?
Knowing how it feels, in the heels
Of the others
Who went before
The evening holds your thoughts
Regina, don't get lost
Illinois in march
But will you play, or pass, or run?
Call from a stranger
Made some changes
My body's giving up on me
In the parking lot of every rest stop
I'll be fine
Just leave me here
The evening holds your thoughts
Regina, don't get lost
I don't need your words in my diary
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