Prints and Bag
Squash, peaches
Till' it breaks
Capital figures on my desk
The cashier shall
The bank assisten shall be
With this man
The clen bones
They shall have
Give it the cold way
Yet in your hands
Cash & Colt
No more may offer
The blows of the cry
Though there are nails
Till it breaks down
Where blew a flower, may a flower bloom
Where blew a winter, may a summer bloom
The love of the city
Though there are nails
Till it breaks down
Prints and badge
Squash, peaches
Till' it breaks
Chapital figures on the desk
They shall have
Give it the cold way
Yet in your hands
Cash & Colt
But blurt blue
You were mad, you weren't sorry
Assembly shop mechanics
You've believed
What isn't,
If it isn't anything towards,
Forget, don't sleep,
Heir to the scaffolding,
To all night and day,
Someone that's not my eye,
Don't leave that real name behind
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