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Before heaven and hell made it personal .. Back when it was just about the hunt
The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst Out at you from their hiding place Like acid and oil on a madman's face His reasons tend to fly away Like lesser birds on the four winds, yeah Like silver scrapes in May Now the sands become a crust And most of you have gone away, yeah, gone away Ah, come Susie dear, let's take a walk Just out there upon the beach I know you'll soon be married And you'll want to know where winds come from Well, it's never said at all On the map that Carrie reads Behind the clock back there you know At the four winds bar, mm, yeah Yeah .. Hey! .. Hey! .. Hey! .. Four winds at the four winds bar Two doors locked and windows barred One door left to take you in The other one just mirrors it Hey! .. Hey! .. Yeah! .. Hey! .. Ooh, in hellish glare and inference The other one's a duplicate The queenly flux, eternal light Or the light that never warms Yes, the light that never, never warms Yes, the light that never, never warms Never warms, never warms The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst Out at you from their hiding place Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear Would find themselves at four winds bar It's the nexus of the crisis And the origin of storms Just the place to hopelessly Encounter time and then came me Yo! .. Hey! .. Hey! .. Hey! .. Call me Desdenova, eternal light These gravely digs of mine Will surely prove a sight And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent ..
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α΄Κ α΄α΄α΄‘α΄Κκ°α΄Κ α΄Κα΄ΚΙ’α΄Κ --
Impala Winchester
The real Star of the show who never said a single word ..
At the end of the anything , the result is what illuminates everything ..
That which theyβve spent years trying to eliminate .. yet it still stands out strong
isnβt that the truth?
Who is foul language especially for?
That's right .. for those who have nothing to say and no arze to do anything ..
So when their butt starts to burn
their mouth opens to swear
Step-mom? No. Step-on-me-mom? Maybe ..
Tired of opening doors that just lead to more doors
Tired of holding onto things that were never really there
Tired of walking down streets that lead nowhere
Tired of flipping through pages I'm never gonna read
So is this just gonna keep happening? You put people first, and to them youβre just a spare tire
