.Sunday driving past your own hall of fame
It's closed on weekdays, shut for good
Pick out no one when you're talkin'
Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'
No one has a clue
The parting shots, the thin caught
Fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
A spastic gra.
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