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The neighbourhood kids I pay to stop by once a week to pick up the poop in my yard just realized I do not have any pets.

I wonder if the guy who coined "one-hit wonder" ever came up with any other phrases.

The patron saint of sending too many emails is Saint Francis of a CC

What a weight to live under
What a lie that's been covered
I'm talking about rolling thunder
I know I left you on the street last night
So I'm holding on grabbing at a light

And that's how I like to think of you
Ever falling, never landing
Rolling slowly out to sea and always smiling
You were always smiling

I’ll put you on the map
I’ll cure you of disease

And the piano's this melancholy soundcheck to her smile
And that white dress she's wearing
You haven't seen her for a while

But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes
That will cut you to ribbons sometimes.
And all you can do is just wait by the moon
And bleed if it's what she says you oughta do.

So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot

Up to my knees now, do I wade, do I dive?
The sea has seen my like before, though it's my first and perhaps last time
Let's call me a baptist, call this a drowning of the past
She is there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back

His rival, it seems, had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magill and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy

@BenA classic recording that whole concert was impressive as hell. Many songs he doesn’t do anymore

I can't keep talking, I can't stop shaking
I can't keep track of everything I'm taking
Everything is different, why do I feel the same?

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