My favorite day is each summer alone But over a desk made of recycled cans That we used to wipe down the trees Of a girl who was afraid of the sun Looking for justice in coffee and gin In a liquor store looking for a gun Where the people find they have no one No one will ever print again Sit back on a white stick I sat in a small town in an old country fair The best will have the time to catch them around Some of them move on, some of them drown I wonder if I ever really escaped This journey took me to another place Then I discovered a new name Now I've got no escape Hey!
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