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Me and st. hubert we were sitting on a fence / we were waitinâ for
the stag to show / by the look in his eyes he had gave himself
completely / but i still had a ways to go / i didnât know / no, i did not
know / when his cell phone rang he knew it was the bishop / but he
refused to take the call / he put himself to pasture in a land of no
reception / and it seemed like he was having a ball / he said, âi wonât
fallâ / no, i will not fall / and if you are one whoâs prone to brusinâ like
a berry / if your eyes hold the mist like the light from a ferry / if your
ears get to burninâ from the urban grapevine / if youâre spreadinâ it
as thin as a daily news headline / let it go / me and st. hubert we
were both eldest sons / both heading for a fall from grace / bending
over backwards with a compound bow / we was both addicted to the
chase / but i canât keep up the pace / no, i canât keep up the pace /
that low engine hum and all the white-noise conversions / that
high-energy struminâ and the sidewalk confrontations / that face
that you got out on permanent loan / that trick where you disappear
right into the drone / let it go