I was thinkin’ about turquoise, I was thinkin’ about gold
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It don’t matter at all if I’m blind
Instead of stressed, I lie in your charms
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
I was gone, I was free to leave
I tried to lose myself in the primitive, in Yosemite, like John Muir did
Pleased to be swallowed by the sea
A stranger came knock, knock, knocking
back when Bad Kitty gets promoted to Good Kitty
Down into the endless blue wine
I was sloppy, rushed
That it could have been raining
I’ll climb that tree all wet with sap
I was having trouble with my tenses—is, was, will be
Don’t ever tire of being hunted, haunted
Paint them white as January
I’m floating in a black balloon
You tell me it calms your nerves
Dying crapshooter’s blues
Let’s go place some money on the order of the horses
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
I woke up with this song in my head this morning
life outside the diamond is a wrench
anyone else but you
if being afraid is a crime we hang side by side
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You said meet me at a quarter to twelve
I’ve had too many long nights and cold days
I want to see my name in lights and so do you
tell me baby what’s your biggest conceit? Is that you did it or you did it with me?
My feet can’t touch the bottom of you
