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Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer |
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He was just a normal kid |
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Blooming, tripping flowing under |
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Just as I once did |
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At a 24 hour restaurant |
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Open to the end of time |
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He was washing dishes there |
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When he met brick butterfly |
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She was a no age singer for a country act |
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Working at a region ten |
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She was all strung out on hard street fat |
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But he didn't know it then |
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First a look then a spark |
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Sound of Velcro in the dark |
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His heart is spinning like a bicycle wheel |
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She and he laid the stems down flat |
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In the middle of a field |
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Brick butterfly had a historyof sleeping with the kitchen staff |
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She was a hardcore gobblerand longtime guzzler of hydrogenated crap |
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Suet, tallow, liquid squealsgreat mounds of plastic lard |
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That's what she got the lad to stealon the night that he got fired |
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Aloysius woke at five amthe hungry girl was gone |
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There was blood in the beddingforks in the ceiling |
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And bones all over the lawn |
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Like any strong young poet would |
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He packed his bags for region ten |
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I guess now |
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I know him less than |
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I ever knew him then |
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Yes I guess |
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I know him even less than |
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I ever knew him then |
