Set upon a mornin' rush
my fingers tired
eyebrows crushed
burrowed, borrowed
time to dash
time to crash,
to hell with cash...
I run. I run.
everlasting,
my copper top
a blast.
It's cold! You rapscallion!
artificial heat
beats my feet,
I slow, Yes, I slow...
my fingers tire
my eyes in tow...
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 1:25 AM UTC
Set upon a mornin' rush
my fingers tired
eyebrows crushed
burrowed, borrowed
time to dash
time to crash,
to hell with cash...
I run. I run.
everlasting,
my copper top
a blast.
It's cold! You rapscallion!
artificial heat
beats my feet,
I slow, Yes, I slow...
my fingers tire
my eyes in tow...
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