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Sleeping late I hear the sad horns of labor trucks sigh
My neighbor walks by
High heels click dry like half a proud horse down brook
I hear somebody's babbling I mistook for a cavalry
Whispering victory to the sparks in their kindling
But all their green woods wet
And unmet as of yet by the gases of flame
Pressing against the pending physics of my passed down last name
Living in the tear between two spacescondemned
In one of the many places you're not I am
Hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town
To write this tune down
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Today after lunch
I got sick and blew chunks all over my new shoes
In a lot behind whole foods
This is a new kind of blues
And what about losing limb or loved one
In a duel dissatisfies you of seems just
As a kid I did not sh*t my pants much
Why start now with this stuff
And I do not bluffsecond caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer
Kisses or stitches no mitt for these pitches
Lone pone onemaster of the cheap pun
If I'm not raw I'm just a bit underdone
But I'd be o k cool as a railif they'd just let us have healthfood in hell
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Good heaven's background radiation and the black arts of waiting
Not the same since I switched my hair part and started shaving
Got hexed my hidden hair gone corners
Oh I'll never be a joinerlife long local foreigner I
Raw lunghome grown fake in coed naked choir
Second tenorhighest riseblessed clever compromister
I'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song
I put the phone to my ear but all I hear's a dial tone
Will they map my skull and wrap my bones when my wig is gone
No I'll go unknown by torpedo or crohn's
Only those evil live to see their own likeness in stone
My brother said
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