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Is jewelry still lost in the sand?
Out on the coast, or rushed into the
You your rings on the shoreline
So you wouldn't lose them, swimming in the

A plastic soft sweaty children far from home
On not unlike your very own

And the Howdy lit, upon my shoulder
And he left me sulfur, and rooms full of headaches
I in with snakes, in the poisoned ranks of strangers
Please send me more birds for the dim interior

Will my recognize my voice in hell?
Will he still be or do they go by smell?
Will you promise me not to me out at sea?
But on a fiery river boat rickety

I'll find my pony along the rolling swells
A muddy river or a lake do me well
With hints of sundowns and muted thunderstorms
A sunken horns with the cold rusty bells