So with all these costly slips I make
Why did I
Born Again Christian,
I remember your poor old soul.
Was it lack
Heat and romance
Suspends all talks of a future
The past is
Step down from the balcony, son.
The seagulls may well take
Folding bed sheets on my own
I am the bedouin leader
I
In the moment a tree takes
To decide which way to
How did you get out of the corner that you
Kids with flute-like voices
I wish that some of them were
You should know that
I'm scared of closed doors
The mere sight
I see they got your picture in this time
You already
You shouldn't rely
Too heavily on your marriage
Married to your name
Married
Lay low for a while
Lay low for some time
Because now
I
Forget your father
Then tap me on my back
Then forget the
Sunken sailor
Whose life was obsolete
They're still waiting at the harbor
You
This is the end of the Straight Street
Of this I
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