Seven Old Fires


Take the tablet
In your sugarhigh field
Your like intermezzo
And I don't know yet
Everything
You do doesn't bother me
I'm always in the life net
You messed up
An' I don't know yet
It's not ready and it's not good
Your always a sorry fool
Now the tables have turned
Your very own life
Has crumbled and burned
I'd laugh if I had a voice
Young people smoking young cigars
Look what I said
Hey







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