Someone shot me a pine tree
And it got all hot heat hhhhhighlights
I remember what it was 'cause
I dripped the way home yes and umm
I may make it downtown again yet
Yeah I might
anyway here we go another
Tuesday night and it's me getting drunker sorry
to say
yeah I remember the time you found me
contorted face hot heat high
lights
and the sordid Christmas tree yup and
the sprawl on the deck, the spraaawl
no need for those it's all over your face
it's all over your clothes and your nose
we gotta make this a different place
we gotta we gotta not even know what it's
like not to go back to you
& I guess I don't remember
when we got all interested in
totally uninteresting things
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