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Lay my head on the surgeon's table Take me fingerprints if you are able Pick my brains, pick my pockets Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
She don't like to hear me sing She don't want no diamond ring She don't want to drive my car She won't let me go that far She don't like the way I look
The fox had done running And the beast is at bay He'd run them in circles By the end of the day They chased him through bramble They chased
Mobil station where I stand this old gas pump in my hand My boss don't like me got a face like a weasel Oil on my hands and the smell of diesel Here come
Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a
In the quiet time of evening When the stars assume their patterns And the day has made his journey And we wondered just what happened To the life we
Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos, lisa, terrestre, minima, redonda, transparente, tienes lineas de luna, caminos de manzana, desnuda eres