i stick loneliness, your lips,
and the two coins of your eyes
into my pockets
well the train skates into
port henry late sunday
sometimes when i'm riding high
feeling fine you know there's something
troubling my mind
so i reach into my pocket for some
small change
i reach into my pocket for some
small change
go ahead and laugh cause it don't
cost much

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