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a rain of fast years and times whipped done me whipped good |
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this very treatment's beaten / this very world way's bush whacked |
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most bachelor uncles into marrying men |
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labor day 1930 / they darken dane pavilion |
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pushing reluctant millions / from innocents to tangle men |
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i shrine the good past / to polished perfect locket |
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i carry and stare into / wallow around in |
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while soon to be ghosts / and pretty tributes look in |
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their wasted time turned |
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back flast with thoughts of woman a trip sleep prayer for winning |
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don't look at me son / with my doings undone and my bushes bending |