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crumbs of my blue

just drink the black eyes
just drink like a pelican
yesterday you missed her blue
you were falling apart in lingo
bomb shelter anyone can
have a key  i like brazilians
with migraines  a man
is talking as fast as a
bomb shelter  i say
i dont like winter
i see a hand, silver hair
its winter in boulder
new mexico, i can do it
crumbs of my blue
she wants to be his face
painted primitive
silver hair like winter
just drink in the black dress
your gone and she wants to be
the black eyes

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