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can't find out who
came down to you last night
was it him or was it me
just to figure who it was
I have to go to the man
he only just caught my eyes
on his slick new lies

Show me
who could do this to thee
just a mourning vagrant
some time in the future
he'll tell you what

your after shock
came after dark
before the morning set in
just to sleep in
it takes so much  more
like the grocery store
selling your produce
find you in recluce

pick you up
in the cart you go
down the check out
scan your big toe
take you to the car
to take you home
it isn't that far
just down the road
Posted: 2007-02-23 07:09:24 UTC

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