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Mind your pints and quarts, she'd say
She gave me several warnings
I was counting on her but she was counting bad pennies
Just don't count on her in the morning

Play me the first song that you ever learned
Upon the guitar you stole from your old man
I'll dance naked for you if you but sing me a little bar
And awaken the child within

Moonlight defiant could never ever save her
From drowning in the swell
Of nappy locks and at least four or five bad decisions
And that salty Folly water smell

Mind your pints and quarts, she'd say
She gave me several warnings
I was counting on her but she was counting bad pennies
Just don't count on her in the morning

Lost loves are distant echoes
In the substrate of your mind
A little lesson learned another stone unturned
A birthday card on time

I was so lucky to have loved you
Even luckier you once loved me
I know you know I loved you first
But I'm just another one of your bad pennies

Mind your pints and quarts, she'd say
She gave me several warnings
I was counting on her but she was counting bad pennies
Just don't count on her in the morning

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I was transcribing transcriptions frenetic and prose
Prose like a river while I'm working a hot room
A room full of underage women and a band of four underpaid men
Men Frankly Speaking in tongues to the moon
A moon sign a mystery and a star sign a curse
We were cursing the death of the summer deep into the fall
As it's falling on deaf ears to the sounding of the pounding
Yeah the pounding of my neighbors against a bathroom wall

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Echo echo echo echo echo echo echo against a bathroom wall
Echo echo echo echo echo echo echo against a bathroom wall
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Mind your pints and quarts, she'd say
She gave me several warnings
I was counting on her but she was counting bad pennies
Just don't count on her in the morning

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