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Someone in these pants
Somebody over paint
Painted
And he stood, no one stands
been said he's sitting now
In the land

Well, I've saints, but remember
That I forgot to 'em down
When they passed and in the light
You hold ashtray tight
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 the camera lens
the risers fade

Slow it down, is sacred
And brother, a hunter and you're right at home
And in the morning
I'll my ashtray tight
I could it down
And you can't take it

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