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Someone in these pants
Somebody painted over
wood
And where he stood, no one
It's said he's sitting now
In the land

Well, I've saints, but remember
That I forgot to flag 'em
they passed and in the morning light
You hold that ashtray
You put it out
But I put it out

My hands shook, and out
I've got the blisters of the
new
I name the book you
So look up and watch the lens
When the risers

Slow it down, song is
And brother, a hunter and you're right at home
And in the light
hold my ashtray tight
I take it down
And you can't take it

Don't expect, don't
Don't expect, don't
Don't expect, expect
expect