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I still crackle |
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Like a motel |
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Frontier spackle/ summer backyard |
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Shopping cart |
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In our shadows |
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Late-day echoes |
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Weeds/ radios/ Jesus Christ knows your |
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Freckled heart |
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To walk North as sun is setting |
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Hope of getting to |
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Your ghost-filled brimming field as |
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The still comes |
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All those churches |
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Splint'ring perches |
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Blacktown searches/ stooping faces |
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Placing childhoods |
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It's a hot-town |
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Steam from the ground |
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Roads are unbound/ heart-strung and crowned |
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Through the lumbered trees |
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I killed a woman |
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She had it coming |
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She was myself and now I am free |
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Free to love you |
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You unspooling |
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When day is cooling rain clouds coming |
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Are lighter than the night |
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All is something |
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Lost in nothing |
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Your grav'lly wiry fright'ning mind is |
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Built upon itself |
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We walk through the Back-Lot World |
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To the pi-o-neer frontier where you forgot dear |
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Nights you should hold |
