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Gas Station Roses
Last minute plea
Wrapped up in plastic
Like a leftover meal
That’s what I got for
All my time
Gas station roses
And a dusty valentine

I’m an old suitcase
In the corner
Covered up in stickers
Of all the places that I’ve been
Looking for someone 
To come unlock me
Someone to come around
And spin my little wheels

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I’m as worn out
As my Neil Young records
I’m as bored as Saturday
Down at detention hall
So write me something
There on that blackboard
Would make the face blush
On a paper doll

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Love is a sculpture
Cast out of plaster
And I went and I dropped her in the middle of the floor
Now time’s an asshole
That forgot your birthday
Went and brought you flowers
From down at the corner store

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