went to see the new baby, and we
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smoked weed on the back porch. and
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lying on my back with the pool floatie
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"raining blood"just thundering forth, i
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said, "what do you say your parents
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take you place for an hour? we can
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drive downtown, to our old favorite
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place, let the years just melt away, and
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find ourselves back where we were
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found" but there's not a soul down on
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the corner and that's a pretty certain
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sign that i shouldn't try to play the
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reformer, picking up pieces of that old
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gang of mine. but what would they say
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if it wen the other way, and we flew to
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today though ten years of time?
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they'd be ashamed. i'm so sure they'd
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be ashamed at what i claim to be doing
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with my life. now they're all paired off
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and kissing the other half goodnight.
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and then falling deep into the same
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sleep while walls and warm sheets shut
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out the light and i'm the only one, at
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the top of my lugs, who's still singing
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sweet adelines. they're all filled up.
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they don't need the love that i'm
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bringing that old gang of mine. not a
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soul down on the corner. the're all
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safe sitting down behind smooth
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sheets of glass. i guess it's not going
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to get any warner, and i guess it's
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raining slow until it's raining fast.
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Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang of Mine
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| Shearwater |
