No Man's Land

You would hold your head up high

You even try

You would hold another hand:

Oh understand!

They even see me under call

We under all,

We awful, awful, crawl

To hear my hour

Come see me cry

Just searching you even try

I can make you smile

If it's there will you go there too?

When I live I die!

They even see me under call

We under all, we awful, awful, crawl

Because of you, to see me be

Tell me, tell me

Don't, if you?

Stop that, that just upset yourself

Listen, Listen, if you ask in person

I'll stick to the joke, you know

Yelling and sceaming, help me!

All that in the afternoon, for that matter

So she'd asked if we could stay with Grace

Maybe a day or a couple of weeks

You know, until Tuesday

Pick up my mushrooms

Clean my skin up

Pick up some tissue

Pick up the production

It's all fine! you know

And she served the wine

And had cups for 3 or 4 people

And that nonsense

Gracie do her song, heavily spaced

All the pink shine on war

Explodes from beneath

Don't you would rather

Be out the front door sometime

Long ago instead of being

Cooped up like a catched rat?

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