and i have visions
like scars are in the sky
I heard a rumor that I'm sad
Or at least that
So your college chick fire puppy fine dope smokin' Bill
Dust Moves off his arms and chest
as the vent
(Instrumental)
restless are the few
rested in their bunkers
taken kind
the clerk smiled as she saw the same nut pick
I have walked your sorry streets
And lived amongst your people
And
Crackers spoil in the California sun
Autumn leaves, but she never
Hey girl
Is it really right for me
Send a little message
That
Hobbled by the fact
That there must be a problem
Confident that
I can flick a cigarette butt
Further and with more accuracy
Lots
They say you walk around
As if a ghost had
Crossed your
and now it's getting darker
or so it would seem
This pencil's got a nice feel to it,
it never runs
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