passin' the rules along,
when you set me down i'll still be free,
the morning lasts til noon,
many stones placed by sorrow,
thats not how i taught you to steal,
not looking for some kind of favor,
you know mine stays through,
the shore unsure, the stains i'm drowning from,
I'll scratch out a new word in the kitchen floor,
these things we can't untie,
I'd rather make some gumbo
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