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Someone in these pants
painted over paint
Painted
And where he stood, no one
It's been said he's now
In the churning

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

My hands shook, and out
I've got the of the world
new
I name the after you
So look up and watch the lens
When the fade

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

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