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The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, |
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I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. |
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Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and |
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Watch the water roll down. |
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Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects. |
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Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check. |
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My Candyland melted down to syrup while I |
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Watched the water roll down. |
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And here comes the lust in phaze, |
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but you're down in Marietta. |
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So sweet my mouth was seared, |
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But the words you mouthed were sweeter. |
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My Sister, |
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Your words can be held against you in a court of law. |
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My Sister, You owe no allegiance to the facts. |
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And you're talking like the saint on the site of the accident. |
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Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent. |
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Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone. |
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Talking like the water rolls down. |
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Talking like the saint on the site of the accident. |
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Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President. |
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Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup. |
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Talking like the water rolls down. |
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Day Undone, |
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Day Undone, |
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Day Undone, |
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Watch the water roll down |
