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Horse Bones

I used to wish like I was praying, I used to pray like I was knocking on wood


I used to knock on the door, when, I live here for goodness sakes, he raked


The leaves of the passing train, hard to catch like fire flames from burning


I invocations in the graveyard again beneath the ocean, you're digging up


I at one and the same time beneath a church, remember, when the back room


Wasn't just for stow-aways, where is my keepsake, now I sing like a prayer and


Pray like an Indian looking at a map of The Diamond Sutra, there were alot of


Other symbols carved into my bible belt back then, I couldn't remember them


All if I tried, I couldn't read a rite from a leftist independent, far too long he held


The gun to my head while the shadow watched to make sure the hairpin set it


Straight, what, hear that, one day at a time, listen, to yourself listening to yourself


the moment when you think you know something and the moment when you lost


there is a lot of things you do and alot of things you don't,



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