Jesus Christ, it is Saturday and there are jackhammers blasting the asphalt in front of our house. The frame of the house is shaking. The cat hiding behind my books is shaking. I haven't slept except in naps since Sunday. How can this be legal? At nine in the morning on a weekend, even people who aren't us are asleep.
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- 1: Go right on over to meet your doom
- 2: I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
- 3: Give me a cipher, give me a lover, set me free
- 4: This new one is derived, he tells me, from page 225 of the London telephone directory
- 5: It's not what I was made to do, but believe me, I still care
- 6: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 7: Am I one of those human beings?
- 8: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 9: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 10: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
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