You are light-tasting
Open up your ribcage
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
Her head is in a bitter way
Past three o’clock
Standing on the corner with the low-down blues
Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need
The ragman draws circles up and down the block
The worms crawl in
Well my time went so quickly
The island it is silent now
His heart organ was where it should be
Waiting for the big fall
Don’t you worry about me
There’s a man going ’round taking names
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