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Text: Sloan. Smeared. 500 Up.

She comes running down like water
To splash around with the ones that taught her
She's just like that farmer's daughter
Everybody laughs at the joke

And we are laughing
She don't know what it means
She just knows
That it's not what it seems

Everybody knows that's she's goin' nowhere
Everybody always tells her, how much they care
When all they really care about is growing their hair
And getting it cut

And we are laughing
She don't know what it means
She just knows
That it's not what it seems

She's runnin' down much faster
Home base is around the corner
All she can hear is laughter
And that's all that's in store for her

Sliding downwards, you're the batter
That's what they say, 500 up on the ladder
She comes running down like water
She comes running down

Everybody knows that she's goin' nowhere
Everybody always tells her, how much they care
When all they really care about is cutting their hair
Letting it grow

And we are laughing
She don't know what it means
She just knows
That it's not what it seems

She's runnin' down much faster
Home base is around the corner
All she can hear is laughter
And that's all that's in store for her