backwards forwardsthey keep marching ontoo late don't thinki can stop
walkin all the way with 'ol saint nickto a place
it's all being bornthe year of my sisterall the years
but then you never did listen to mecan't say i
do you remember lying on a grapefruitin the solemn of
there's this little girl who lives down the street from
there's a manlives right outside my doorlives on the hardwood
big heavy thingsseem so dumbjust like bellsthirty timesstart to swellmarch
norman coffin's got a tattoo for mehe keeps it underneath
paper box hellomrs. green i have to gobright light black
took some time but there areso many things i finally
it's been forty-five nightsand fifteen moonsi've been searchingfor a path
a day of compassionthat might be the curewe can stop
i am walking on the line where fish decidewhich way
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