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Put a pistol in the window, and pull the shades
Spin around in circles and forget my name,
Pull up all the roses get cut on the thorns
Break apart your wishbone, and blow the rusty horn,
No time for names, I've forgot all the faces.
Put your name in the blank and give me your shoelaces
Tie up that rope and hang it from a tree,
Just remember the one hanging there is me.
I'm low down, a king with no crown
I put on my glasses and stare the sun down,
Ring around the rosie, the lights have gone out.
I'm chopping down a cherry tree,
And bloods dripping from the spout.
I'm a blacklisted king, Standing in the spot light,
The winds have turned, and blow all night,
The furnace is broken, now we must be cold,
Standing in the mirror, watching myself grow old.
Blaine McCanless
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