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Two tall glasses of sweet iced tea |
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Underneath the sweet gum tree |
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And the love we once nurtured, you and me |
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Disintegrating violently |
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Stick your tongue out |
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Catch the pieces as they drift down the air |
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I am too slow to catch them all |
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Not too far gone to care |
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Two slow summer hours spent picking at the bones |
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Figuring the interest on delinquent loans |
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Speaking in sad and mournful tones |
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Trying to squeeze tears out of mute stones |
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Wet your finger, place it toward the wind |
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Feel disaster in the air |
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We are far too slow to outrun it now |
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But not too far gone to care |
