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THE VERVE PIPE >> Merchandise Links
THE VERVE PIPE
Written by Brian Vander Ark I'm visiting The ground's a little weathered where I stood Right field in my neighborhood I was mostly last, always least Dig it At graduation everyone Will throw their hats into the sun Then they'll drop like flies to the sea This is not my cup of tea And Valerie The winter won't be keeping her around I'm nailing leaves to the ground But it feels like sand underneath Dig it She's never letting me forget I've always been an idiot And at times like this I agree This is not my cup of tea Crash In a wrinkle of steel we are gone Will my last breath be a yawn Watching them sorting debris This is not my cup of tea
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