Old man on a barstool watching TV
Got up and came
Running along the rocks of the river
And the water's as
Keep up conversation
Pick up catch phrase
Lay it down
On the freaky
Don't you know nobody lives here by choice anymore
Don't you
Boy when out on a boat tonight
Waiting on his lover
Seen
Loaded tongue and dirty fingers
Queen of her mother's house
Come step
Trapped a dragon west of Chinatown for fire-eaters up in
You can't save me from myself
You can't save her
You're lucky
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out
"There's no poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen
Something's
It's a custom made afternoon
With shrinking hands I can't keep
I've taken all my pills
But I'm still not sleepy
Tried to
They never tell you truth is subjective
They only tell you
I've been there - believe me
Crimes committed are unintentional
After the
I hear you've got a pocket full of words
That you
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