Should I treasure the red
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Or treasure them light?
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Though bitter juniper is still food
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Pull down your pants by the she-ass
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As I run my tongue over your gums
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Oh, honeybee
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Buzz upon me
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Slip me a note
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“Oh God, what a donkey!”
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It smells like Fallujah
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A hammock rod
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This shirt clings like dander
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This kiss scrapes like rust
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Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
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Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
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Stabbing my hands like a sailor
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This last night of ours, pathetic
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Tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
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Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
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Casting my fate to the gristmill
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This last night of ours
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Frightened and surprised
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Oh, tuck away those ancient jugs of yours
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Reacquainted with the brush of a skin flake
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Cooped up between a jyrk and a hard place
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You sight your eye off the tip of your gun
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Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
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Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
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Stabbing my hands like a savior
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This last night of ours forever
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Tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
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Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
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Casting my fate to the wayside
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This last night of ours
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Frightened and surprised
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