Can't I quit you?
I don't want to think about you.
I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to long
for your touch, like Lucinda Williams.
I don't want this at all.
I don't want to think about you.
I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to long
for your touch, like Lucinda Williams.
I don't want this at all.
I just lost the thread.
I had it and I was slowly reading the words like a stockbroker looking at the small paper coming out of a dictograph machine.
I had it and I was slowly reading the words like a stockbroker looking at the small paper coming out of a dictograph machine.
That's right!
I don't want to quit you.
I must.
So, I stuff my ears with headphones
I must.
So, I stuff my ears with headphones
And the music moves in me like a snake.
Sliding up and down my spine in
figure eight ringlets.
The energy it takes to block
The energy it takes to block
thoughts of you.
It's getting easier.
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