Paroles de Sooner
lines across a most sooner’s walkacross most State’s Rights and wrongs
oil burner black as water
i’m kicking this can
oil…
oil…
burner
too soon the soul wraps itself
around the tree but not me
windshield glass not diamonds in her hair
her tired tire spins me to sleep
burner
too soon the soul wraps itself
around the tree but not me
windshield glass not diamonds in her hair
her tired tire spins me to sleep
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