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Smells like autumn, smells like leaves; you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much and then get left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk and don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own
The hotcha girls at the palisades, dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh. We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac, casting shadows throwing sparks We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun, the clipper ship across your chest Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys. They learned it all from the polaroids
Smells like autumn smells like leaves, you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much and then get left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk and don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own Time blends light, paint's all peeling, wait outside, take four rights
The hotcha girls in the palisades dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths Glass eyes and the wooden teeth, the engine's rusting in deep deep sleep, it waits The mail came from miles away, the postal man was always late, and we wait and we wait
Tight lipped with a big ol mouth, The government workers all headed south while it rained Glassy eyes and wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep it waits, and it waits, to awake
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