Moline
Went home
to Moline,
saddest thing
I ever seen...
just a canvas,
without any paint..
hangin' on
a somewhere wall...
all those people,
without a face...
still stuck,
in the same old place...
my words,
pasted
on lower lip,
sadness frown...
never goin' back
to that fucked up
town...
to Moline,
saddest thing
I ever seen...
just a canvas,
without any paint..
hangin' on
a somewhere wall...
all those people,
without a face...
still stuck,
in the same old place...
my words,
pasted
on lower lip,
sadness frown...
never goin' back
to that fucked up
town...
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