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The autumn leaves
Me here without a tooth You've given me the shaft My friend's car's breaking down And I've got no ride home And I'm left out The apes in the evergreens The grape leaves and jasmine tea Comforts you, without me Without me And I am none the wiser for it all Your voice is shaky on the telephone call You ride your little Pinto in the rain And you stall out With no one to give you a jump Just hook your cables to me And then you'll see That I can start you up That I can start you up It's closing time in town There's not a soul around To see you when you're down To see you when you're down And I am none the wiser for it all Your voice is shaky on the telephone call You ride your little Pinto in the rain When I think of all you've done Take your Pinto for a run I see you're the wiser one You're the wiser one, you're the wiser one When I think of all we've done And the rain soaks up the sun I see we're the wiser ones We're the wiser ones, we're the wiser ones And you know you're beholden To no one but me And you know you're beholden To no one but me Drive back Drive back Drive back Drive back Drive back Drive back When I think of all you've done Take your Pinto for a run I see you're the wiser one You're the wiser one, you're the wiser one When I think of all we've done And the rain soaks up the sun I see we're the wiser ones We're the wiser ones, we're the wiser ones When I think of all you've done Take your Pinto for a run I see you're the wiser one You're the wiser one When I think of all we've done And the rain soaks up the sun I see we're the wiser ones We're the wiser ones When I think of all you've done Take your Pinto for a run I see you're the wiser one You're the wiser one |
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Cupid come from coffee cup
Sickly heavy heart Semi-set adrift in your Lifted sugar eye Come back down I'm waiting here And lick me with your fire Connected silver tounges Our lips beside Everytime I look at you Pins me to the ground Mirror me your memories please And let me help you down Swallow me into your bed With glimpses of your thighs Forget your vanity Come cupid come |
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This is a picture of Hawaii that you brought me
Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me Standing by the back screen door watching you wash dishes Writing love letters to other just for kicks Moving down on Taylor Dinner with your father Looking for a mailbox Someone's rolling in the mud Someone does it just because it's cool on their skin This is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me Letters scrawled across the bottom spell "I love you" This is a taste of your right ear lobe can't you hear me This is a taste of your left elbow don't you feel it It's my heart and it doesn't fit yours Graham's down at the bar teaching hardships Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines... Trucker speed and the harm of having loose lips Six days, Six days... Sex and cigarettes and slow sad says he Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines... Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me It's my heart and it doesn't fit yours Moving down on Taylor Dinner with your father Searching for a mailbox Someone's slinging up the mud Someone does it just because it's not on their skin |
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