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| I Am Skooter | |
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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
It's my father's voice dreaming of / Sailors sailing off in the morning — Wilco, Poor Places |
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His jaw’s been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
Posted by skooter at 3:21 AM
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