Songs:Piss Alley

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Watch some things come down hard
Not unlike rain
Moving pictures in the night closing on me
They ran bare-chested to hold up pride
He takes her back inside
He closed his hard hands tight around her
And said so much
Not intimately
She flinches against his touch
Unless stricken
She turns against her son

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