Light Skits
Interpolation
Intended consequences with a side of avaricethe green eyed telegraph violentlyeyes the door and slices right through methen sad to say, but we're all spitting diamondsthrough paper plates with little thoughtfor the sad or the lonely who don't really want our help anywayApathy pulled from the sunlandmines, war crimes, disguiseWe've already wonThen through the dives and diners, there's got to bea simple thought of silence without empathyApathy pulled from the sunAs told, not sold, withholdYour time will comeI'll drive a Tercel til I'm eighty-fivewhen I'll buy me a houseboat and live on the bayoff other people's hard workand cigarettes will always be romantic.
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