head to omaha. i hear its gloomy
but when the sun comes out it makes it
that much better
i have a two dollar bill and a florida quarter
in my pocket, and
a handle of whiskey
to get me through.
And my man is stuck in another town
so as for now I'm stuck on you.
paint your face and head to the water and thats where I'll be.
when we unite we unite through the sea.
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