i sold it once
it's hard not to know
grew old through no fault of my
of my own
and when at day end
i feel tired
there's a spot that i think of
i hold you warmly in my mind
you'll feel much better in the morning
late summertime
all my boyfriends
they're so ugly
they come to me
like a pack of dogs
and all my liars, come sit by the fire
cause i have stories to make your skin crawl
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