Speedway Blues

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On the verge and on the brink,
it's hard to think.
And now I lay with the birds every night,
and they told me a story you wouldn't believe.

And my Sunday blues,
they ran out of ink.
So now I'm packing by bags and heading south,
to a place that your mind could never conceive.

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from Glitch Nuggets, released January 16, 2014

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