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It was the strangest week I come to in the county seat With my hands tied fast behind my back Remembering, running through the rotting leaves... St. Nike, please, help me now The fox, the fawn, the floodlight drawn Illuminates everything, and all you ever wanted to see Be careful what you do with all your choices And don't give up the fantasies for lies And don't believe everything that you hear Cause they're alcoholics who can't dream And they want you to feel the same And you know you've got to listen to the wind Before you're taken in At the brook You know I couldn't read the signs I crossed my eyes on the dotted lines That fence post looks familiar So does the painted horse... Which way to turn now Is it left or right? Confusion in everything I see Oh little stranger, what have you done? You're a suicidal in the setting sun. Oh and is it a dream? But if it's real what does it mean? It's a hummer made of Hollandaise and glass Drinking glasses filled with gin and gasoline An iPod with 10,000 boring songs But isn't there one summing up the terrible summer you've just had? Sinner man, Nina Simone, The other woman... And where you gonna run to now my friend? Now that the Evening Descends A well lit heated castle in the sky With Simon Belmont, Doris Day, and Camel Lights |
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