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The one that explains the give and take of who handle rock
And pulled up a chair for all of who couldn't stand to watch
Like, fuck all the standing by

love-letters,
innocent as charged.
All she did was hush up murder
by the eavesdrop star
of back-lit screen and truncheon's gleam,
his gaze levied a tax.
Lobster

thinkin about the world today.
It's a four-by-four road,
more torque, more load.
It's a Chevrolet way yeah,
so you better get the hell out of the way.
You

one blanket short of warmth, I hadn't seen you in six months 
The letters collecting in the letterbox, exhausted from the talk 
Something broke within

We were learning lip slides
Late into those August nights
Sweat and Jackie's on our brow
A sweetness not yet soured
by the orange glow
The things it

left back in 1916
Once came back in a Cadillac, so big black and green
Then just letters in the post
Later just a Christmas card at most

Go tell your

the rain drops down my soul
No more joking like Heath Ledger
Three words abbreviated by three letters
Dream catchers, sleep better
Short sleeve weather, it's

love-letters,
innocent as charged.
All she did was hush up murder
by the eavesdrop star
of back-lit screen and truncheon's gleam,
his gaze levied a tax.
Lobster

so good
Baby there ain't nobody better (Ain't nobody better)
So you should
Never, ever go by the letter (Never ever)
You're so cool (Cool)
Everything

fan 
we don't tan made by the equator. In ""the upside-down"" 
skin shade is why you hate us 
Thy Will Be Done 
shine in the night when it look like

man

When I last saw her she was lookin' troubled
She said this is the '90s I'm gonna be alright
She took the Greyhound in to Salinas
I got a letter

Verse
Looked like a hundred guns, held on me
Hunkered by the shed, a Detroit general and company, 
A callin' boy come out, we have you jailed 
Beside

Like a servant to a crown
Trust comes with no warning
Time after time they let you down

Passed a sign out by the roadside
Letters I could hardly see

they don´t anymore

Under my bed, in a shoebox
Next to old newspapers, forgotten letters, and socks
What was made for many has been enjoyed by a few
Into

life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one

you understand
If I could take a voice
A voice to take you by the hand
Maybe then you'd listen
Maybe then maybe then you'd try
If I could speak

of fun tonight 
Have a little bit of fun

Job is what I had in mind
Not having one is not a crime 
Monologues is what I see 
Sun burns bodies by the sea

through my life and realize I'm in pain
Haven't done much right
Any poignant, thoughtful, heartful quotes for letters
sold in stores

And I realize

words inside a letter
When it gets to you from the shipwrecked crew
You think it's old and ripped and wetter but it's new

Now there ain't no, ain't no,

a million things to get you off my mind, LOVE
But there's that four letter word we're not speaking of, now can you tell me how to know

Why are you takin'

and on the books and scrolls placed all over the place in all humanly possible constellations  and ways  yet the sense was lost 
Because all the letters were mixed

hope for too, that's not directed by you

All that we had, was it just fiction maybe,
And now we know it ended up a short story later

It starts with

You'd still be here

Seven months flew by quick
A simple short letter and a picture of Thames
Is all the love that you sent 
Where were the phone calls,

of nations The Empire's enemies Betrayed banishment  With the stroke of a pen A treaty is signed Now deemed as outlaws Once Employed by the Crown With letters