By Mike Doughty of Soul Coughing
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upon the rails
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among the weeds
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i had a moment of
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serenity
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i saw you stand
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in all the green
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upon the rusting rail
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balancing
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you were
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the only answer
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my plans
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spun all around you
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five years in the wrong, i am assured
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my name to you is just another word
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and in your bed
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in morristown
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you had magazines
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thrown around
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from under them
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the phone it rang
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and in the margin there
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you wrote the number down
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The Only Answer
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| Jimmie's Chicken Shack |
