First my trusty voice cracked, like it's not plain to see,
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A sidewalk step defaults on my debt to the order of society.
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Behold our first rate lady, as if you hadn't guessed,
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The homemade queen of every homecoming not so gently laid to rest.
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And then outside her courtyard after entering your plea
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You strike the right ingredient and chew the scenery.
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How many times must we say, this kind of inflation cannot kill us.
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Our backers use versions we used to unwind with,
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The threads of an argument lost.
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How many times must we say, this kind of inflation cannot kill us.
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Our backers use versions we used to unwind with,
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The threads of an argument lost.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we go.
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To wild homes we return.
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To wild homes we go.
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To Wild Homes
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| The New Pornographers |
