My mind is racing,
And my feet are moving slow.
Look all
Crocodile tears, that’s what you cried
When I wanted to leave
He’s got an old chair
It’s got no seat
Cracked snow shoes
She runs right up to the very edge
Then takes a
I woke up, head heavy
Blankets thick like my tongue
My thinking
I saw it coming
like summer rain
Incoming ocean
Oncoming train
I veered in
My mother cleans Elvis's house
Yeah she and everybody else
Moved to
It's all right, we're gonna be fine
But let's give my
You watch me at the window from your place on
I'm a slave to my belly ‘cause it got to
The party’s over the clock’s long struck twelve
Now you can
When my daddy lived here, I never worried
When my daddy
I've been getting down
About all the runaround
About all the questioning
And
She spent the summer in Chicago
Spent the winter in L.A.
She
I had a bicycle named Heaven and I painted it
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