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Banner Pilot Pass The Poison

Those were the days ask the dust on the road ask the cobwebs in my room in east st. paul two thousand miles seems a long way to go to find out that i

pressed my nose through her straight black hair please stay with me taking in the details of the door so what is it that youre crying for louder than

where our future died and these same portland lights will help me find my way past wet blurred street signs some lawn at day ill lay and pass out clutching

You spurn my natural emotions you make me feel like dirt - and that hurts and if i start a commotion i run the risk of losing you - and that's worse