On the interstate Charlene was just a rebel

Wrong as long as you're the one carrying a badge

In the aftermath of that sky blue El Camino

When she took one hell but it didn't hurt too bad

Now a polarized consensus leaves a girl without her senses

The aftermath was thus as much as but

She fought for what

Just to make it clear Charlene's Remote Control

You could see this swerve like a heel turn telegraphed

If you didn't know the scent of burnt rubella

Has a healing cypher and a myth just do the math

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     in the place where the bison thunders echo

     lead that fuel gas her up and get go oh no

So the time space loop in the multiverse of stoners

Making stories up so the moon becomes the sun

Here's a reprobate sexier than Cleopatra

Let her fill your lungs up and smoke that son-a-gun

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