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Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? |
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Summer thaws a quartered pill |
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Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? |
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My eyes hatch a still born penny |
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Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra |
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Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts |
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Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra |
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Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? |
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The rat that's caught in the ribs of me will be released within the year: |
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In crossing states on the spade possum with custom plates and the paint rusting |
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Like cussing saints with strange customs here. |
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Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose one cobra |
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Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts |
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Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra |
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Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? |
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Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog |
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- It'll happen when he changes lanes |
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Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog |
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- It'll happen when he changes lanes |
