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I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies preserved for tomorrow's jewelry
Lighted in the amber yard, green shell back, green shell back
Listen for tomorrow's eyes in tree beer, tar black brer sap
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, Washington, I think we're lost
Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings?
Who will sweep the floor, hedging near the givens?
Rally 'round your leaders, it's the mediator season
Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led?
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, oh man, I think we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The matter of course, Washington
Lighted in the amber yard, green shell back, green shell back
Skylight, stock tight, Nero pie-tied in tree, tar black brer sap
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockade's game
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, grab your fiddle
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, Washington, I think we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, Washington, I think we're lost
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- Track 14 on Reckoning Disc 2
- 13 Pretty Persuasion
- 15 Second Guessing
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