| Slide Guitars And Moving Cars |
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| Always in flux |
| Constant change |
| All the sounds I seem to make fall out of range |
| Slide Guitars and Moving Cars |
| You sign your letters |
| My mind gets worse and worse |
| If I write another song things’ll get better |
| Words as scant and cold as mine |
| Did you use a better line? |
| I went out to get some sun |
| Noticed it was way, way past 1 |
