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November freeze Invaded the air Scratchy invisible breeze Prickles my shoulders and knees Trapping warmth everywhere The spine cracked again A

Suffering from something We're not sure of In a world There is no cure for These lives we live Test negative for happiness Flat line, no pulse, but eyes

Showers of your crimson blood Seep into a nation, calling up a flood Of narrow minds, who legislate Thinly veiled intolerance Bigotry and hate But they

Rain on the roof and time on my hands It sure seemed quiet out there in radio land They call me at the all-night station Make their special dedications

Well, morning came And it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown Now the shops they are all opening In that narrow hallway of downtown Filled with people

I was cold in a dream Somewhere close to the surface Between the ice and the stream There is three inches of air So I swam towards the light I let my

I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house and though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out you are the roots that sleep

Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad, bad Take me across her lap She used to whip me with a strap When I was bad, bad

Whip game proper, whip game proper You know my whip game proper, whip prop, proper You know my whip game proper, whip game proper You kn' a package on