A.C. Newman
There Are Maybe Ten or Twelve
there are maybe ten or twelvethings i could teach youafter that, well i think you're on your ownthat wasn't their opening line that was the tenth or the twelfthmake of that what you willmake of that what you willonce there was a haunted loopof your deep fallen tearsforehead resting on a record shelfamid moving boxes stackedi'm still waiting for the right wordsmake of that what you willmake of that what you willand the eyes they werea color i can't rememberwhich says more than the first two versesand it is the devil you knowthat will slam the door hardermake of that what you willmake of that what you willmake of that what you willmake of that what you will
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