i can see her arms extended
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standing in the kitchen door
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tried to get her with my pistol
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water streaming to the floor
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i remember she was breathing
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i can still recall her scent
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in the morning on my fingers
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unmanicured and slightly bent
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take a liar as a lover
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taste the liquor on her lips
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drink it down just like a man
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then cough it up and choke on it
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light is streaming
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through the window
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pull the curtain block the sun
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tried to get her with my pistol
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but i've never been
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good with guns
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Good With Guns
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| Ass Ponys |
