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High in the ranks of the bleeding hearts |
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With one to call my own |
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On the docks of the fishing boats |
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Of semi precious stone |
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Recent light |
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Fresh with vacant envy |
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Failing all alone |
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Frigid spring |
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Of the wishy washy wishing well of home |
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Missing the mark |
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At your seat in the dark |
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At a barter banquet, amen |
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Riding the ride and unleashing the tide |
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Of a maiden's mood swing, amen |
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Won't go as planned without asking the hand |
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Of the mastermind, amen |
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Heavenly harness of obstinate power |
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He's down on her knees |
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Far in the land of the scribble scrabble |
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Lightning field of loam |
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Where the plow pushed sod with devilled hooves of clones |
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Shanty towns |
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Harvest hollyhocks |
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All frothing full of foam |
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Past the claws of the city light is the doorstep you call home |
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Call homeShe needs you |
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He's down on her knees |
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Call homeShe needs you |
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He's down on her knees |
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She needs you |