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Aug 17
Lay your head on the grass.
make me feel like the one.
A desert cactus space alien,
out of the moon shadows.

Sleeping in the back of my car
never went far,
57 Chevy’s won’t fly.
Make me feel like the one.

Some people know it all.
Lay your head on the grass.
I’m the quiet type
if you listen to the wind.

Not trying to start a fight,
you’ve come to set me free
out of the moon shadows.
A desert cactus space alien.
Written by
Monika Layke  F/Autumn & 62nd
(F/Autumn & 62nd)   
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