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There's a full moon taking up the sky |
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And a red eye flight that won't collide |
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With the clouds that roll and pirouette |
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Even though they are aligned with it |
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Oh the air smells like a cheap bouquet |
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In the night, with hints of ocean's grey |
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And the chill behind my ears do say |
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This september's near the end |
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Minimum wage took my baby far away |
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See a jug of milk, a dozen eggs |
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Laid lovingly in a paper nest |
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By a would be mom in a blue bonnet |
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Now they all will read like epithets |
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Minimum wage took my baby far away |
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Took my baby far away |
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Don't feel a thing in the back of her car |
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You little child don't you know where you are? |
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Counting the voids where there should have been stars |
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So the rain makes small puddles of feet |
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Three sheets to the wind indiscrete |
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And the moon, that moon, that goddamn moon! |
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Still taking up room in the sky |