Mar 11, 2018
Agemo’s Hoops (Live 04-15-1995)
You were breathing against my throat Covering your laugh up with your long black overcoat All circuits warming up And you told me what you were going to do And I promised to do the same thing too And the air, the air in New England was pure Poison
The car was parked out back among the trees Your voice was getting higher by slow degrees You were giving me directions And you told me where I came from Well God bless us, every one And the air, the air in New England was pure Poison, poison, poison, poison
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