.It's the season of dust trailing old pick-up trucks
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
So baby pull on your blue jeans, turn the radio loud
Donât wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
When trivial truths sit next t.
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