The moon was full your whisky sourOh girl there's no
Well, I clobbered you with hands so indescreteMarch around like
She comes to meIn her prewashed bright blue jeansBag sewn
Waited for an answerBut I waited for twenty five yearsThey
There's no time - a few hours to sleepJust drive
I scratched my fingerOn the door in front of youYou
I close my door at night,But they get in all
The newest clownHe cries an old type of tearsWatch them
I don't think you care - no, no, noAnd I
Watch an eyeballTake a free fallAt the mention of a
You're a blue ribbon surpriseA hot mold plastic dinosaurYou're a
In the colored light stands youThe end is in sight
Sight unseen, sadder seasSummer song sung all alongDragged across the
Sunday night and now I knowHow the night can pass
I wanna hear your sad sad voice come to me
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