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quarter horses laze down your lemon switch peel the pennies from your eyes fever baby sin you think that you're a vampire 7 times the hard way come when you come slow angels lose sleep to the hiss around drove the lifers home down up off the crawl heater's on the downslide rub the ashes in fever baby sin sleeping sickness late come when you come slow angels lose sleep to the hiss around heater's on the downslide fever baby sin peel the pennies from your eyes put the pilot out quarter horses down sailors don't come back
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In the marble of your animal eyes
Take my comfort anywhere
Dry white scratches on a sunburnt shin
Don't give it a name
Drowned and drinking the light
God's eyes are closed
Just like yours
Straw bones nails of November clay
The way you kiss your uncle on the mouth
Slow learner keep forgetful don't give it a name
Drowned and drinking the light god's eyes are closed
Just like yours
Black sea resort off season days
Broke heels and bare legs
Pink waterline gave up on your twisted code
God's eyes are crossed maybe just like yours
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made a machine by describing the landscape
a child made out of a song about money
our sex became a boxer who moved in next door retired
a separate man we thought we knew
joked about him feared a little bit nodded hello
admired from a distance
like when leon spinx moevd into town
my leg falls asleep and becomes a telephone call
whispered on the black stairs
the cord disappears behind the kitchen door
breathing in the pauses seeing how long
we can go without saying anything
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brandy and rye the magpies are stirring lay down your last 20 dollars shepherds dead sober whispering numbers there's a star above the manger tonight devil gets wise when you start to win dead from your pleasure too soon horse flies are flying slow heavy from your remains silver green many mansions above us wash up your hands before you dive in sweet baby jesus give me luck at the tables there's a star above the manger tonight turn down the lighthouse low let the lost keep staying lost shepherds dead sober whispering numbers there's a star above the manger tonight
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frozen in your headlights glowing red she knows you'll wait in the bruise colored pale wet your mouth and lie to me blurry around the edges panic in the weather stained and lit you had me hollow fried and neon drain it's a crawl the day before humming for your sunday driver hesitation sickness tease blurry around the edges panic in the weather stained and lit you had me
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weather like the crucifixion dreaming of a whore that's sparkling like a sparkler dead eyed starlet calm laid you down upon the coats covering the bed and said you are my brothers and what's his is mine the blinder you get the more you can taste don't let me die nervous the kids are eating candy skulls your face is buried in the engine the breaks were singing as you slide someone else's name like a crosseyed baby teething on a rusty knife i'm gonna have your backside lay your plantation down jump the fire burn your hair don't let me die nervous you can't hear a noise til your tongue's bitten out don't let me die nervous sweated off the number on the palm of your hand cold rain about to bust in between your bones and skin forgot what i was begging for you walk like a healthy meal the car alarms are moaning someone else's name
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hammer lock a victim away sandpaper tongue like a brand new thing your better days are all behind you now branded and burned away skyway down on you knotted by the screen door kidney stones for your black irish praying by the steam heat built a ship to needle out of tune and well connected skyway down cold hands poor circulation dalmatian skin oxtail downtown lights thunder port-wine sex i dont want jealous greed & vain skyway down on you
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sawtooth sung a cheater's song telephone morning lush 26 tried 26 missed old names losing speed this city is wrecked a fistful of shake now here to collapse let it pass it sings itself sick and sweet florida walls locked into it a painted fake old medicine seven lean kine slept against an angels neck sawtooth sung finely get rain and finely get born old names are peeling away hung sick and sweet florida walls wait at the bottom under glass not mine to collapse in locked into your pull choke on your protection not mine to collapse in
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bottle fed and chewing tin leg full of jailhouse key chewed your sleeve and stared a hole honey in the freezer empty fingers stained and jacked and kicked and railed and jones ahm so sick about it im so fucked without it you are just a messer i am just a mess bit the reins and dogged a smile washed my hands and walked balled up in the corner choking on the jailhouse key mm jess bitch about it ahm so fucked without it
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