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12 Pack Poet lyrics
Well, I'll probably roast in hell for the letter that I wrote her last night.
But the words were coming to me like a freight train running fast out of sight.
12 pack poet, lost island in the middle of the night.
Did I really mean to tell her that I dreamed of her both night and day?
Did I really mean to mail that thing? By now it's got to be well on its way.
12 pack poet. Loaded by the break of day.
(instrumental interlude)
Now, the ?
Lord, you know I love you baby, didn't mean to mail that thing.
12-pack poet. Guilty in the first degree.
I was a 12-pack poet. Guilty in the first degree.
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on The Hard Way
- 10 Her Other Man
- 12 The Last Song
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