There, the notes, the song,
the besidedness to live
on Saturday, to walk out,
wanted to, right out the frame.
The sadness, gas pumps,
sunshine on oil,
that crow overhead
destroys the picture.
Everything faking it so badly.
There, the notes, the song,the besidedness to liveon Saturday, to walk out,wanted to, right out the frame.The sadness, gas pumps,sunshine on oil,that crow overheaddestroys the picture.Everything faking it so badly.
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