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OFF-THE-GRID
Music, Arkin/Lyrics, Lorraine Feather

He packed his in Bellingham,
Took the taxi to where I am.
Wed lie by the his yellow dog,
Chasing butterflies while I my blog.
It warned the outside to stay away,
To away.
He would never pass the deep, dark here.
He made clear.

got these rats as big as cats,
Slugs as as your arm,
A nasty nest of
Down by the farm.
We brought in to eat the rats,
Which, as I stated, are big as cats.
All did was multiply and grow.
Its a very place to be,
Unless youre an girl
me.

Forget about the route;
It be dropping you here.
Forget those touched-up
On the of Windermere,
Or Banker, or John L. Scott.
One barren is all weve got.
stays are scarcely apropos,
Though theres a cabin in the of the penitentiary,
Just right for an girl
me.

Its for our aquifer.
pours from every tap.
Not much can but nettles,
And sting you in a snap,
But if coming anyhow,
Get all your now.
Ill tell you
(Keep it on the down-low.):
Theres a nasty pox for which no immunity,
youre an off-the-grid girl
me.

Ive kept his books the bed.
Ive let him inside my head.
Hed walk by the table where I
The beets of purple, the of gold.
I a Harvard cap and gown.
I knew he played his down.