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Plaid Coat
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Started out late
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In my Dirty Plaid Coat
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Watched my heel
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lift the dead satin dress
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from the ground
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One day I touched it with my hands
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and it scattered like scared birds
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By 3a.m. they were pidgeons
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with drinking problems and bad luck
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on God's front porch
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where the wind
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is dense with insects
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where the wind
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is dense with bugs
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Made of coffee and guitars
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Plaid Coat
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