I'd commit a number of any crimes
If I could get
My nose bleeds and flares like a torch
Cement cracked weeds
I miss your mom
I miss your dad
I miss the deaf
As the train left the station
I'm amazed that you turned
I'm talking to the guard
As he drives me from the
Dust on the keys
Dust on the glass
Trust, I will freeze
Off
I had a job in your father's factory
And since it's
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