You coached my body
You trained my body well
You came to
We're resting from the sights of town
I'll put another chaser
Cast in old cast iron that one man could break
How late it's grown
Nights at the restaurant
Sometimes with others
I drink
My landlady is the sea
She keeps me and rolls me
I knew before he even told me
The course he tore
Was there laughter when we were locked
My hand on your
You were faced with a flight to the industry
Fire and
Should you pass this way again
Bent in the wind against
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