| The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun
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| I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk
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| Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
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| Watch the water roll down
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| Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects
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| Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check
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| My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
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| Watched the water roll down
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| And here comes the lust in phaze
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| But you’re down in Marietta
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| So sweet my mouth was seared
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| But the words you mouthed were sweeter
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| My Sister
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| Your words can be held against you in a court of law
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| My Sister
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| You owe no allegiance to the facts
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| And you’re talking like the saint on the site of the accident
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| Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent
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| Ringing like the random call patched to the pay phone
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| Talking like the water rolls down
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| Watch the water roll down
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| And here comes the lust in phaze
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| But you’re down in Marietta
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| So sweet my mouth was seared
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| But the words you mouthed were sweeter
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| Talking like the saint on the site of the accident
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| Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President
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| Ringing like the change in the legless man’s Dixie Cup
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| Talking like the water rolls down
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| Watch the water roll down
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| Day Undone
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| Day Undone
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| Day Undone
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| Watch the water roll down |