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Cynthia
by Single Dean
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Cliffs crumble from a pocket monolith
With daguerreotypes of pixilated kids
Opossums in an opioid malaise
Don't tread on me until I've shaved
I feel the love gliding in white light
Searing each fingertip with you by my side
But now you're powered down and put away
A decade in the basket beneath the blade
Hey Cynthia
Did you dig 'til the world said that's enough?
Did you die so I could run amok?
Or Todd could use his camera?
I gotta tell Colleen I love her
Todd could use his camera
Fellas, who's got Colleen's number?
He bought a house on cemetery row
Just to see how deep six feet could go
And had his name tattooed in quotes
On his toothbrush and tombstone
Your smarts are haunting you again
What you're good at is only half your friend
Your trappings are a big trap door
I came to my senses
And now I'm back for more
So tell me what's the best good sign
A pouring slot machine or waterfall devine
When you lay around in bed with the dead
You gotta get right up and say
"That's enough of this"
Cliffs crumble from a pocket monolith
With daguerreotypes of pixilated kids
Opossums in an opioid malaise
Don't tread on me until I've shaved
I feel the love gliding in white light
Searing each fingertip with you by my side
But now you're powered down and put away
A decade in the basket beneath the blade
Hey Cynthia
Did you dig 'til the world said that's enough?
Did you die so I could run amok?
Or Todd could use his camera?
I gotta tell Colleen I love her
Todd could use his camera
Fellas, who's got Colleen's number?
He bought a house on cemetery row
Just to see how deep six feet could go
And had his name tattooed in quotes
On his toothbrush and tombstone
Your smarts are haunting you again
What you're good at is only half your friend
Your trappings are a big trap door
I came to my senses
And now I'm back for more
So tell me what's the best good sign
A pouring slot machine or waterfall devine
When you lay around in bed with the dead
You gotta get right up and say
"That's enough of this"
