Circling among the yards, gelding without numbers
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Muzlo comes out of an old radio tape recorder
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And I'm going to another to spite you
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Among the yards, gelding without numbers
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Photos where you are strangled with another, as best you could
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I wanted to let go, but I couldn't
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I fire sideways on the phone
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Knock on the brain these drops on the windshield
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If only I knew what the consequences of you will be
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Although what's the difference fuck all these if
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It's cold at heart, but everything is already behind
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And I want in courage, someone to plant
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Gelding rolls and I believe in miracles
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If I don't look for you anymore
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Among the yards, gelding without numbers
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Muzlo comes out of an old radio tape recorder
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And I'm going to another to spite you
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Among the yards, gelding without numbers
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Photos where you are strangled with another, as best you could
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I wanted to let go, but I couldn't
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And you keep looming in my head
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There's a mausoleum somewhere in memory for you
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But we must move, I set fire to what was eternal
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And while it all melts, time will heal
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But in the rearview mirror
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Again your windows are burning like spotlights
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I fly by because there I no longer need to stare
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Forget, smooth out
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Circling among the yards, gelding without numbers
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Muzlo comes out of an old radio tape recorder
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And I'm going to another to spite you
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Among the yards, gelding without numbers
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Photos where you are strangled with another, as best you could
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I wanted to let go, but I couldn't |