Rolling way down.
Coming right now.
You may be gone.
To the girl who wept stones.
Old men and young.
So many have come.
You’ve gone with none.
‘Bout the girl who wept stones.
She’s born in dry dirt.
Where every woman is cursed or crazy.
I know how it hurts.
All the way to God.
To get us through.
The girl who wept stones.
Starts to drone.
The girl who wept stones.
Wept stones.
To everything that’s come round.
And wore you down.
The girl who wept stones.
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