Dear Miss Lonelyheart

A swollen tongue, a plastic gun Red burn from an orange sun These oil rigs will crack and run These palm trees will be chopped to a stump I've wandered, seen visions, I never could fit in I'm out there, you'll find me, I never lost that easy You imit

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