That fine fever brought us here...
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Lambasted eyeballs...
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When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh...
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What a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
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What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
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You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street...
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Just kidding...
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You don't have to go...
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I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home...
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Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy...
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He says "Sleep through it"...
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What a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
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What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
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Not too special not too strange...
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Just the way I like 'em...
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You find an empty promise and stick by it...
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Not too pretty not too sweet...
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Just the way I like you...
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When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...
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Tell me another one...
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I could sit for hours...
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When anyone laughs I know I'm a coward...
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When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...
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Gut Pageant
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Kristin Hersh |