Navy youth and wall-fire
trying to grab a page
Yeah, it’s soba when it’s started
It’s a shame to see it grind
to zweiback when you
forgot about the author
Hope you take it like a frame
Ah! Put your boot down
Load the beat of winter
Gather up your chips
They’re all looking thinner
blained across your clothes
A warden thinks a wet-pack wins
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Baby, you’re my dope fry
Someone else, a chain
Ride me, love
Instead you run up closer
trying to grab a pain
before they close the blood
a scene so long when we began
Take it like a frame
The warden thinked the wet-back wind
thought you had the honor
Your well-laid plants forgot about the other, moved toward the light
Ah, put the news down
Lord could be the winner
Dad should meet it
playing across your clothes
a chain to see you cryin’
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Give someone else a chain
Guide my love
Try to grab a page
Take it like a frame
Move it out toward the line, showing empty hands
Hope you take it
Put your boob down
Load your bee
The winter gathered up your chips
See you cryin’
See you cryin’
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A gravy you move over
instead you run up closer
but close the book
Thawed, you had the honor
forgot about the Other
showed up empty hand
its chicane
Love could be the wind
Plain old washing clothes
What’s over before it’s started seems
so way back when
Gravy, your mood
Instead you run up close, son
Yeah, I saw it before it started
all your well-laid clients
moved out toward the line
What Saul belied
--put your boot down—
love could be the winner
playing cars to close
It’s a chain to see you grind a scene
to see back when
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