The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
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I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk.
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Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
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Watch the water roll down.
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Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects.
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Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check.
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My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
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Watched the water roll down.
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hey the lust comes into phaze,
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but you're down in Marietta.
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So sweet my mouth was seared,
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But the words you mouthed were sweeter.
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My Sister,
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Your words can be held against you in a court of law.
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My Sister, You owe no allegiance to the facts.
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And you're talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
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Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent.
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Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone.
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Talking like the water rolls down.
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And here comes the lust in phaze,
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but you're down in Marietta.
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So sweet my mouth was seared,
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But the words you mouthed were sweeter.
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Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
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Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President.
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Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup.
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Talking like the water rolls down.
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Day Undone,
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Day Undone,
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Day Undone,
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Watch the water roll down.
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Soft Serve
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| Soul Coughing |
