Cold Hands (day 2111)

It’s time for you to go
Dust settled down the row
Sure, it’s been a long time
Dont ever get this way.

Slammed my grace in Dixieland
Endlessly spinning another dime
Cold hands and beating heart
Don’t ever get this way.

Rattle me a sitting bull
Arrow through my my spine
Repeating every second word
You let me get this way.

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