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took a steamer to southbound
gypsy train right on tracks
sickened from fear
oh
forgot how it slips
a latch and missed keys
trap
trap
tricked us on your slipped
slicked spine
and took it back a time or two
thousands of hands
greeting in a cheer

cut down from brown leads
now it’s time to die
now it’s time to
make love in video cassettes
I’m all torn left

I’m all
I’m all
I’m all
I’m all
I’m all
I’m all
I’m all