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Chasing Whiskey

There’s something that makes me wander Has me curious about things It’s calming as a dream can be Only it quickly becomes as infinite as anything I didn’t leave a trail of crumbs Since I didn’t want to be found I just wanted to traipse the fields Until the day we’d meet on the battleground Desiccant from lack of sleep Parched from the uneven heat Seems I was like a trapped domestic sheep Now I can’t stop myself from getting in too deep Why can’t we just drift? Ramble round and round until we meet Tramp the soil and dusty wheat Pretend we’re nomads cruising in the backseat Soot stained cheeks Have your fingerprints on me She’s not as much a lady As she was believed to be She has the gleam in her eye The hunger of a beast She burned the fruit from the low hanging trees Let the settlers have their feast Swine has herded at her feet But it’ll take more than a lifeline For her not to bloody the sheets Shoot ‘em dead and lay ‘em in the streets Sugar you’re not sweet to me I’m just a jack looking for a splash of tea Don’t go letting your hair down Cuz I’ll just yank it until you break free

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