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Under alcohol umbrellas We'll seek shelter from the snow This street is icing over Sliding sleet beneath our toes. This place keeps getting colder, They predicted our bad luck But the globe is growing warmer Choke me down, I'll get choked up. It's like Wharton is your neighbor And McCarthy shares her bed-- We've got plenty Pretty Horses But no Room, here, for Old Men Tickers spit out headlines Half of us can't even read. But the other half's no better, We're cannibals eating dreams. So you'll keep your smoke and mirrors. And, reflecting, stifle coughs. Operate under assumptions: Overrated's good enough. But I'm taking bets, suggestions, And donations, West to East. So, from minor indiscretions, I might try to beg release.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Alcohol Umbrellas
Under alcohol umbrellas We'll seek shelter from the snow This street is icing over Sliding sleet beneath our toes. This place keeps getting colder, They predicted our bad luck But the globe is growing warmer Choke me down, I'll get choked up. It's like Wharton is your neighbor And McCarthy shares her bed-- We've got plenty Pretty Horses But no Room, here, for Old Men Tickers spit out headlines Half of us can't even read. But the other half's no better, We're cannibals eating dreams. So you'll keep your smoke and mirrors. And, reflecting, stifle coughs. Operate under assumptions: Overrated's good enough. But I'm taking bets, suggestions, And donations, West to East. So, from minor indiscretions, I might try to beg release.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
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