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By Misti Date: 2002 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.13.08.55.32365]] |
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falling asleep to the radio every restless night every other song salt for the wound fuel for the fire "our love is like water/pinned down and abused for being strange" oh god, I'm too gleeful "momma always told me not to look in the eye of the sun/but momma that's where the fun is" oh god, I'm dying "I've been waiting for a woman who's a little of both/and I can feel her but she's nowhere in sight" I'm flying way too high "You're an essay in glamour" "I'm not a present for your friends to open" "What I want you've got but it might be hard to handle" "You wanna get next to me/I need your intrusion" driving to Santa Fe speeding down the interstate with two dollars in my purse holy Jupiter I could walk inside a casino put it in a slot and hit the jackpot 'cause today I am radiating luck, baby of the very best kind but I keep drivin' singin' along smilin' at the mountains the mesas the huge fucking sky I could drive a lot further than Santa Fe if I had more gas in the tank and more than two dollars in my purse I'm bound but not cursed radical change of the Uranus variety takes time and patience as Axl would say. |