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Mother and child with magazine

Into a story, into a dream

Why is there something instead of nothing?

And how is the asking built into the hunting?

Do you believe in MGM endings?

Everybody’s coming back to Christmas for Texas

Folks who’ve watched their mother kill an animal know that their home is

surrounded by places to go

And the west has made a deal with the sun

My life at home every day

Drinking coke in a kitchen with a dog who doesn’t know his name

Oh, right, it could have been anyone

Grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass

Nobody cares about a dead hooker

Looking like one, standing for many

Life finds a limit at the edge of our bodies

A stranger begins wherever I see 'em

Let’s live where the indoors and the outdoors meet

All the kids in the commonwealth are free

Every morning you forgive me, every evening you relive me and the thing itself

is what you give me

And the morning has cut a deal with the east

Like, like the, the, the death

Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air