worn out i am remade undone rezoned
the stitches strung together hung out wet
not a dry eye in the sky and the cows come home
counting chickens and begging questions
no sense of upside or wrong
the dawn is the night -- better not to be left
and the dish runs away on my arm
the stitches strung together hung out wet
not a dry eye in the sky and the cows come home
counting chickens and begging questions
no sense of upside or wrong
the dawn is the night -- better not to be left
and the dish runs away on my arm
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