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Feb 2013
It's nights like this

It's nights like these
When the inspiration is blood in my veins
When I levitate above mother earth
When my train of thought is robbed by bandits
And I can barley stand it

Those are the good nights.

When the sun leaves on a greyhound to china
(America got stuck in its head) like a terrible song.
That's when night in upon us like white on rice.
Written by
James Brian Ker  Nashville, TN
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