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gray, quiet and tired and meanpicking at a worried seami try to make you mad at me over the phonered eyes and fire and signsi'm taken by a nursery rhymei want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave homeno amount of coffeeno amount of cryingno amount of whiskey no amount of wineno, nothing else will doi've gotta have youi've gotta have youthe road gets cold there's no spring in the middle this yeari'm the new chicken clucking open hearts and earsoh, such a prima donnasorry for myselfbut green, it is also summer and i won't be warm till i'm lying in your armsi see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coatlying in the back of the blue boathumming a tune.. |
