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I've been licking wine from the bootstraps of the clergyI scarecrowed off the blackbirds in my maneyou looked and said, "God damn you've been tornadoed"No old soul, you're close,I've been hurricanedMy steps are cursed by a sense of caution,death the only ill I've yet to catchYou wrote to me, hoping I'd been snowed inwrong again my friend, I've been avalanchedI've been sleeping with the wolves down in the basementfleeing children's beds with stolen dreamssomeone told you I've been wrecked and made deadNot the case today, I've been guillotinedNo not the case today, I've been guillotinedNo not the case today From Letras Mania