 (Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder)
She nursed him there, ooh, over a night.
I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay.
What to say? What to say?
But soon she was down. Soon he was low.
At a quarter past. A holy no.
She had to turn around.
When she couldn't hold, oh, she folded. A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissidence. A dissident is here.
And to this day she's glided on.
Always home but so far away.
Like a word misplaced. Nothing said, what a waste.
But when she had contact with the conflict.
There was meaning but she sold him to the state.
She had to turn around.
When she couldn't hold she folded. A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissidence. A dissident is here. Oh. Oh... Oh...
She gave him away when she couldn't hold. No, she folded.
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here.
Oh, couldn't hold on. She couldn't hold. No, she folded. A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest place. Oh, A dissident is here.
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