It was winter of '85
It was Christmas outside
At one a.m.
(Here we go, quitado)
Feel like dying in my shoes
I don't
Tonight I got nowhere to go
And I thought that I
They pulled her from a ditch last night
somewhere down
Do I need a drink?
I'm certain I can't
On the underside of Massachusetts
splintered by an empty freighter car
that
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