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fire
11:39
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"I wasn't there at the Safeway where
our Congresswoman got shot,"
that was the line, the stately divine
i could not forget
slinking' down in the bench seat
of Tristan's van
movin' across as the Pacific Ocean folded sand
i was on tour
i could not decide
whether I should wait for the tape
or just give in
and dive
into
i wasn't there at the Safeway where
our Congresswoman got shot
in fact i can't even remember where I was at all
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tape
07:12
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growing up i swore
i’d never waste my soul
my health on things like fiery rings
pouring through my nose
i waited till he left
and crawled over the door
over glass, leather and trash
and found his pack of smokes
i just wanted to see
what the fire would do to me
suck it down and feel the hounds
tearing at my lungs
hide the burning torch
outside my parent’s house
i still had the fire burning
the day she was shot
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self
04:01
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i pulled in, over the rocks
the tires displaced the piles
i designed this entrance to be dramatic
& you were there on the bed wondering where I went
“Just know that the secret I told you way back when
Is still true.”
how scared i was back then to tell them
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