23 times, driving by the ocean, stallion of
black, blood money from Iraq in our pockets,
laughing with the windows down and the music up,
14 songs I loved to sing 3 times the ringing
of the phone to condone our surrealistic reality.
5 different fingers caresing and 2 cigarettes lit,
Going to meet the two of them
Her and him, really only 1 lately
When I
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