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.