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Sleeveless in Seattle cruising through the pouring rain night of the living dregs in my brain thrown away dreams clogging up the drain given away my slick jacket of satin nothing left now but this picture of Patton to stay awake keep repeating words of Latin mea culpa I need a job something new need something to take my mind off you maybe the coffee house can give me something to do Don McLean had his American Pie so please explain to me why then can't I keep off the sauce give the smoke a kiss goodbye for lunch a giant box of Fiddle Faddle broke as hell up the creek without a paddle not even a decent shirt sleeveless in Seattle Gomer LePoet ....
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
Sleeveless in Seattle
Sleeveless in Seattle cruising through the pouring rain night of the living dregs in my brain thrown away dreams clogging up the drain given away my slick jacket of satin nothing left now but this picture of Patton to stay awake keep repeating words of Latin mea culpa I need a job something new need something to take my mind off you maybe the coffee house can give me something to do Don McLean had his American Pie so please explain to me why then can't I keep off the sauce give the smoke a kiss goodbye for lunch a giant box of Fiddle Faddle broke as hell up the creek without a paddle not even a decent shirt sleeveless in Seattle Gomer LePoet ....
david-nelson
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
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