Adam Faucett poet song

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She danced right over my dark intentions
I need her to hurt me
I'd never admit it
I swear to God those were tears of joy
On the pain acting destroyed
A local oracle once unnoticed
Passed through the scene
Near the words that he wrote us
The end feels familiar
You only leave what you learn
Loved you in words
In that way I've returned
Hell don't cash checks
But sure we'll cash chips
Tip the waitress
Self preservation
Blood lives on
In the gut of a skeeter
Excuses unravel
At the toes of the leader
Nod to his pose
I've shut down the sign
Sewed his eyes closed
A thread we all lie
Gave him to the river
Made clouds in the mud
Misquote his poems
But we all understood
She grabbed my arm
Up the levy
We talk about her
How it's all so heavy
As you know
All poets go alone
Hand on my knee
Head in the fog
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

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