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A buzz-saw a buzzing Looking back through time It's no longer the problem That I thought it was The tap-tap-tap of hammer on nails Sitting here smoking a cigarillo Drinking iced coffee And thinking of my prime I make few friends Sometimes I can't even trust those Often they drive up And want to stay which way and when I'm having oral *** with my trumpet While holding hands with the dark I shout out to the heavens My eyes so full of stars I dropped a letter to my Doctor Giving him my order Soon I will be flush Not bothered by anything I always go through them Way too fast Then I sit there in the corner Licking my wounds
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Licking my Wounds
A buzz-saw a buzzing Looking back through time It's no longer the problem That I thought it was The tap-tap-tap of hammer on nails Sitting here smoking a cigarillo Drinking iced coffee And thinking of my prime I make few friends Sometimes I can't even trust those Often they drive up And want to stay which way and when I'm having oral *** with my trumpet While holding hands with the dark I shout out to the heavens My eyes so full of stars I dropped a letter to my Doctor Giving him my order Soon I will be flush Not bothered by anything I always go through them Way too fast Then I sit there in the corner Licking my wounds
irving-macpherson
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New Scotland
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
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