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Darling, put that old dress on. Let’s not give a damn. Let’s let that old rusty screen door slam. We’ll push that county line then we’ll be gone. We’ve waited on this light so long. Bless me Union, bless me State, I can’t wait to find a seedy bar where we don’t belong. So don’t go chasing those ghosts just yet. I’ll get you home and then we’ll make a bet. We’ll see how long you can ignore these glances of mine. I just won so baby pour some wine. You’re asking what I’m falling for. I’ll sing you this little song here at a quarter to four. You know I always think much clearer when I hear her that coming Dawn. Now you’re asking what it feels like to fall. I think you should ask the leaves beneath the orchard wall. Just let me hold you tight for at least another night. The sun steals rooftops from the dark as we lie awake, drunk on Fate, please heart don’t break. Deceive my eyes and tell me that’s no lark. Your fingertips emit a spark. So tell the sun to flee. For you and me those nightingales sing free to tell the world of how we left our mark. So don’t go chasing those ghosts just yet. I’ll get you home and we’ll make a bet. We’ll see how long you can ignore these glances of mine. I just won so baby pour some wine. You’re asking what I’m falling for. I’ll sing you this little song here at a quarter to four. You know I always think much clearer when I hear her that coming Dawn. Now you’re asking what it feels like to fall. I think you should ask the leaves beneath the orchard wall. Just let me hold you tight for at least another night.
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California
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When I was younger I saw tempers raised and vows exchanged. When I was younger I saw you. And I knew that I would get to California if I never trusted any one of you. When I was younger I heard “go to your room” and wooden spoons. When I was younger I heard you. And I knew that I would get to California if I never trusted any one of you. If I never trusted any one of you. At twenty-five I have finally come alive and I’ll hold on to what’s in me, the flaws and beauty of my song that I’ve kept inside for so long. Oh, the road is long but the breeze is strong. And it’s westward on. When I was younger I felt joy and pain out in the rain. When I was younger I felt you. And I knew that I would get to California if I never trusted any one of you. When I was younger I lost the love of my life not once but twice. When I was younger I lost you. And I knew that I would get to California if I never trusted any one of you. If I never trusted any one of you. At twenty-five I have finally come alive and I’ll hold on to what’s in my the flawed beauty of my song that I’ve kept undefined for so long. Oh, the road is long but the breeze is strong. It’s westward on. I never trusted you. Now I’m gone on my way.
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Crooked Mississippi
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As I begged the sun to rise through Queen Anne’s Lace and county lines, I walked that night justified. In my found complacency, in candlelit window seats, a moth drawn by Hades’ deceit. It has never been clear to me so I implore Persephone, all this for a pomegranate seed? In spring you bring a song to sing and set one and all up for the fall. Is this what we really need? Oh dear Saint Anthony sing a wrinkled prayer for me. Am I the king or the fool? I’ve made a chorus hall from strip malls to rest stop stalls, a stasis from faces so cruel. There’s nothing that’s quite as clear as agriculture grids, my dear, all awash and glittering in gold. At least there’s some color here, the hue of Harvest and veneer. I watch from way up above. And I’m far from home beneath all these street signs I know. This path meandering is as crooked as the Mississippi. I cannot slow this high tide in my soul. Like you could not stay those horses black as coal. And we know we’re lost. Because I’m far from home beneath all these street signs I know. This path meandering is as crooked as the Mississippi.
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