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And in this cold desert I love.

And if I lived on,

When this cowboy moon shone,

I’ll dip my toes in cadence flows.

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Or if in that blue moon I shouted

of a glass beach and tap shoes,

Oh, I’d shout words that movies use.

I’d rally all those goosebump crews.

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And when you’re cold,

If I lock eyes

when fortune’s thin

I’ll dip my smiles around you.

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Or in the spirit of the open books I flaunted,

in the harvest hall I’ll tear my shirt.

Buttons scatter in the dirt.

My words they shoot not coy not curt.

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Oh if I spoke my mind not with a glance,

But with some interesting and badass dance.

Oh but when I speak at all,

I say, I say, I say it all.