what do you think in the back seat
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travelling through the yellow open state
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am i too slow to turn my thoughts to words
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to turn meaningless to meaning
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am i too down to notice smell and sound
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to tell dull from bright
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let the sad winter moon turn slow to my future
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and the cool dark air cover me in my nearing bed
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where angels, men and mothers
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get to spend their sundays and holidays
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where curtains hide the ugly scenes inside
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from the rest of us
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what's inside the brick walls of divide ?
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barred window screens
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hospital - not a love scene
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hospital - not a calm ocean
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Sundays and Holidays
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| Red House Painters |
