They tell me miracles abound now more than ever, but
The days of our innocence and grace flow by
The smiles
Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame.
Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes
Sit right down in
Bluebird on a telephone line. How are you? I'm feeling
That night we drank wine from the crazy well. Shot
Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses. Dust storm of
Wonder if you know, what you see ain't what you
Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did
I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth
How we get lost
Going from here to there
Counting numbers in
When too much beauty numbs the mind
When what you see
It's the twilight hour
As the sun goes down
I see a
Out in the junkyard in the pines
They're working over time
Hacking
I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of
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