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As the day progresses....
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| If my lover, Speakerface the cowhand, could only hear me.... | |
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| Judas priest, my lonesome gauge done hit bottoms. | |
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A phone pines for the love it can never wrangle.
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| I've lost the will to ring. | |
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| I'm a itchin' ta do some ornery a doins', but I hate to step out alone into the wild prairie night. | |
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The day has ceased to progress now.
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| I wish I was a can tied to another can. | |
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| I done buttered my shit sandwich, guess I better lick the cat's ass again. 'N call it a night. | |
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