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Molly, I love you, you light up the room
Just place a pebble in your pocket and spin it if anxiety looms
We're out in the country, feels like we're out of the gloom
Right where you built a home for you, and for the rest of us, too
Still I can hardly face it
This place will be gone kinda soon
And late in December, we're here like flies on a wok
Where I drank myself sick, off of the wine you made here just last June
We had bullshit courtesy, go hand in hand down here, too
Well, I had better watch my tongue up by the house
Or else it'll get back to you
Still I can hardly face it
This place will be gone kinda soon
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