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By Jason Collett, Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
With your friends
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By Jason Collett, All the flowers fade
And all the star?s pale
As this bitter
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By Jason Collett, You took your brownie hawkeye
And pointed it up at the
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By Jason Collett, Dance, locust, dance
The prophets shrug their shoulders as
Calamity's child lost
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By Jason Collett, It was in your basement apartment
With all of its earth
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By Jason Collett, Honey, I don't know why I get so mean
Honey, I
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By Jason Collett, You betray your heart
When all your charm has faded
You say
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By Jason Collett, Well, I got your invitation
But it never crossed my mind
Your
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By Jason Collett, Lamps and kerosene, up in the north country
The air is
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By Jason Collett, Drunk again, six p.m.
Beautiful, ugly weekend
Stayin' out and sleeping in
Love
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By Jason Collett, It hurts, love hurts
Words, there are no words
I was sorry
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By Jason Collett, Your smoking gun was lying in my arms
When you told
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By Jason Collett, How can we leave at a time like this?
You know
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By Jason Collett, We're the fugitives of American portions
Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's
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By Jason Collett, I've been stunned by the clarity
Of your peripheral vision
Now I
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By Jason Collett, Waiting for the world to come home
Everybody's gone, I'm here
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By Jason Collett, So this is the day of the dead
St. Jude and
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By Jason Collett, You tried to make good
Hiding out in the neighborhood
Getting by
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By Jason Collett, From St.Christopher's house
Into the streets you set out
With the dispossessed
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By Jason Collett, When you close your eyes
And kiss my mouth
I know I'm
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By Jason Collett, she flies
right into the bedroom wall
she's blinded herself again
madame pompadour
in
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By Jason Collett, So you whisper to the wind
That you won't be back
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By Jason Collett, Papercut hearts leave no scars
Bullet-point teardrops like inky dead stars
The
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By Jason Collett, sunny sunny sunny sunny
californian wine
promise of a future
thats already come
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By Jason Collett, Roll on oblivion
We live in outer space
Roll on southern gentlemen
And
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By Jason Collett, Down at the pawn shop
They’re scraping the varnish off
Little surgical
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By Jason Collett, Roll on over you clouds of doom
The silver lining is
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By Jason Collett, You took hold of my affections With your Bible and