smells like autumn, smells like leaves
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you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
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and then get left alone
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suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
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and don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
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the hotcha girls at the palisades
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dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
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mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
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we were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
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casting shadows throwing sparks.
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we left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun,
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the clipper ship across your chest.
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turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
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they learned it all from polaroids.
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smells like autumn smells like leaves,
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you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
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and then get left alone.
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suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
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and don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
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time bends light, paint's all peelin', wait outside, take four rights.
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the hotcha girls at the palisades
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dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
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glass eyes and the wooden teeth,
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the engine's rusting in deep deep sleep, it waits.
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the mail came from miles away, the postal man was always late,
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and we wait.
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tight lipped with a big ol' mouth,
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the government workers all headed south while it rained.
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glassy eyes and the wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep
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it waits, and it waits, and it waits, to awake.
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Hotcha Girls
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| Ugly Casanova |
