the tip of your head
upon my finger
and our air
will gently linger
fold our upcoming abyss
spots of gin
and a million kiss
spots of whiskey too
you have me
and I have you
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under the vast warm sun
begins our day
your footsteps increase
and I beg you to stay
the stars have come
and the tragedy begun
a million tears, and then some
the tip of your head
upon someone else`s finger
she`s tanned and blond
and a country singer
and I am hear
with my whiskey
and my gen
let the end
begin
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