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44

from 44 by Mrs.Paintbrush

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Sailboat school was not my bag 
Too much canvas and blue crab
I returned inland with codes
To pave my next dead end road
Got my first Dalmatian boots
Debt collectors in pursuit 
Roadside motels I snuck in em 
All I missed were local woman
Living loathing soiled clothing 
Thin as cheesecloth this corrosion
Meadow foam to crisp my S's 
Got bested by some old chess wiz
That was a hard Lesson learned

A symbol when words fall short
The dark side of motor sports
A courtship that dwarfs recorded time

They caught the dutchess in a lurid intrigue
There’s cybernetics in her fantasy league
Fountainheads will all be mutated under the second son

A symbol when words fall short
The dark side of motor sports
A courtship that dwarfs recorded time,, oh no

We go insane going against our intuition

A stroll back though lessons I learned first hand
The cash I’d have saved had I soaked not canned
Had leather conditioner been applied
My hands on approach wouldn’t feel so fried

We go ,,,,,,,,

A symbol when words fall short
The dark side of motor sports
A courtship that dwarfs recorded time,, oh no

Calculate and then convert the cost,
The percentage of momentum lost
From every minute of each mental block

We go insane going against our intuition

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from 44, released September 19, 2021

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