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@ @ |
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There's a smell here that stands my hairs on end |
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Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar |
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And jackknifes on the nine |
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and seabirds choked on fishing line |
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Clouds are a hush but the chainsaws mush |
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on to Custer and Columbia |
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Salty tentacles drink in the sun but the red tide is over |
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The mollusks they have won |
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There's a smell here of gravel and cigarettes lit |
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When the match made them sweet |
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When the engine turned over and beat up our street |
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Oh, that was the day to remember |
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I remember because of the fires that leapt |
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From the caves of the things that have not happened yet |
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When I think of it now they smell to me quite sinister |
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I want to go back and die at the drive in |
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Die before strangers can say |
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I hate the rain |
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I hate the rain |
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