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Jeff knocks at 1128 |
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waits at the stairs |
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me and Marcus scurry down |
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got his ass on the rail |
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bright shocks our eyes |
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we stumble adaze |
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we'll save all our stories |
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for the tea and the shade |
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I know I didn't write you |
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but then there was no desire to |
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I see a sea of faces |
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I wish I had |
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Thomas wrists on his chins |
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Kelly green shirt |
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smirkin' 'cause he don't |
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got a nickel to pitch |
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steamin' plates |
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they for reach |
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we politely withhold |
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can't put out a fork |
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till Marcus has thanked the Lord |
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we laugh about our friends |
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from grade school |
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working for their fathers and |
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Marcus tells me Rose is doing great |
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and we know we sleep so long on borrowed grants and dimes from Miles |
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and you know that package of yours makes me proud and bittersweet with time |
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and we know we sleep so long on borrowed grants and dimes from Miles |
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and you know that package of yours makes me proud and bittersweet with time |