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went to see the new baby, and we

smoked weed on the back porch. and

lying on my back with the pool floatie

"raining blood"just thundering forth, i

said, "what do you say your parents

take you place for an hour? we can

drive downtown, to our old favorite

place, let the years just melt away, and

find ourselves back where we were

found" but there's not a soul down on

the corner and that's a pretty certain

sign that i shouldn't try to play the

reformer, picking up pieces of that old

gang of mine. but what would they say

if it wen the other way, and we flew to

today though ten years of time?

they'd be ashamed. i'm so sure they'd

be ashamed at what i claim to be doing

with my life. now they're all paired off

and kissing the other half goodnight.

and then falling deep into the same

sleep while walls and warm sheets shut

out the light and i'm the only one, at

the top of my lugs, who's still singing

sweet adelines. they're all filled up.

they don't need the love that i'm

bringing that old gang of mine. not a

soul down on the corner. the're all

safe sitting down behind smooth

sheets of glass. i guess it's not going

to get any warner, and i guess it's

raining slow until it's raining fast.

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Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang of Mine
Shearwater



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