| That’s approval, a stamp of a knife with initials on rubber
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| A doodle of some ancient mother fucking her son
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| I predict by 3 a. |
| m the pill bottle top will have come undone
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| Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen
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| Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen
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| By 3 a. |
| m the pill bottle top will have come undone
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| She’ll hand you one long-wind short-sigh story
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| That starts with the words, «There's no room Kentucky
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine»
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| I guess you’ll do just fine
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| By 3 a. |
| m the pill bottle top had come undone
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| She’ll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story
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| That’s untrue, there is no room nine, no room nine
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| She’ll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story
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| That’s untrue 'cause there is no room nine, nine |