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The gray person disputes the other’s clotheshorse stature
just send us some water maybe
herding him onto the escalator for a last roll
and bitter, bitter is its taste
We don’t pay contributors
just send us some water maybe
We’ll talk about the new flatness
and bitter, bitter is its taste
I’ll probably be sleeping with you sometime between now and next week
just send us some water maybe
I haven’t made a threat that the army hasn’t carried out
and bitter, bitter is its taste
Meaningless an April day hungers for its model a drawstring
just send us some water maybe
Billboards empty of change rattle along beside
and bitter, bitter is its taste
Somewhere between here and the Pacific the time got screwed up
just send us some water maybe