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Mother and child with magazine
Into a story, into a dream
Why is there something instead of nothing
And how is the asking built into the hunting?

Do you believe in MGM endings
Everybody's coming back to Xmas for Texas
Folks who've watched their mother kill an animal know
That their home is surrounded by places to go
(and the west has made a deal with the sun).

My life at home very day:
Drinking Coke in a kitchen with a dog
Who doesn't even know his name.
Oh right it could've been anyone
Grass rabbits grass rabbits grass rabbits grass rabbits grass

Nobody cares about a dead hooker
Looking like one, standing for money
Life finds a limit at the edge of our bodies
A stranger begins wherever I see her.

Let's live where the indoors and outdoors meet
All the kids in the commonwealth are free.
Every morning you forgive me, every evening you relive me
And the pattern itself is what you give me
(the morning has cut a deal with the east).

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