(M. Doughty)
When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in
And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in
I don't need to walk around in circles
When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything
And when the gas is drained just wreck it, you insured the thing
But I can't sigh now that you made the move
It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor
For the right price I can get everything
Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star
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