Our lives weave a pattern
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A staff twined by adders
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Our mouths, sore to chew
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Now you’re eating for two
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Yesterdays, wine and song
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Are you very far along?
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What’s the dream to the bed?
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What’s the wreath to the Glorious Dead?
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Look at what I found in the dresser
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No means yes
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Petrified forest
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Dad gummit, gall dangit, dag nabbit
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You’re darn tootin’ tipping is Un-American
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Do you ever get the feeling
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that you’re being followed by a van?
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Yesterdays yet to come
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Win some, lose some
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No means yes
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Petrified forest
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Petrified Forest
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| Cass McCombs |
