| When you go back to Texas
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| take your hammer, your saw, and your drum.
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| We care what you’ve done.
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| We’ll never give up on you.
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| The starlight is leaking through the holes in your ceiling.
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| The sawdust collecting on your spoons and your bedding.
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| Your draw is disturbing. |
| Your sex drive, alarming.
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| The hair on your body would clothe a small a nation.
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| Your dogs smell like dead things. |
| You work for perfection.
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| You despise pretension, but you tolerate this.
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| When we hit the black ice, then Thor saved our lives.
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| We care who you are. |
| We know what you do.
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| And you are my star with your hammer, your drum, and your saw. |