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Brown paper bag, don't me now, I'm on a roll
Plain wrapper in your pocket
Is it the invisible man
consorting with, woman?

Now you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards,
Enter through the exit and exit through the
you can, seen you consorting with your invisible manhole

Fool child, you're never make it
New York City just wants to see you naked and will
they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern

Sister Sister was the name of the
Flesh and blood, my death close at
Sister, this is not about me and it's not you, I swear
No feelings, nothing personal, so sculpture rides the air

For free words, words,
Longings, longings, longings, all in
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the
proud American

And as proud Americans, we let it away
Harmless little
You've got to say yes to excess
Let's go for a ride

In of eyes that say
In possession of eyes say

A southern bunkhouse, blue up above
A of figure of feminine grace
And wit passes for love days

All that slender-wristed, white translucent
for love these days
Passion, genius passes for love these

more years, four more years
Four hundred more years of shit, fuck it
I look up, I see the North Star, I look up, I see the Star
When I look up at the bar through these

white pillars, Yankee style
All of America to lights his pipes
All of live to light his pipe at night
To which responds, "Free me"

And then his sashes again

"Maybe or maybe not fast forward", she
"Maybe the seed is sown fast forward", she said
"This bird has south", she said
"Don't talk about the South", she

It's not you, it's nothing personal, no hard feelings, nothing's
Soft sculpture hard on the air

Now that you got it all
You got it all backwards,
Enter through the exit and exit the entrance
you can