Three four one one. In the early morning rain

with a dollar in my hand

and naked in my hand

and naked in my heart and pockets will send.

And my pockets will send.

I'm a long ways from home

and I miss my love of soul

in the early morning

in the early morning the earth, and all the rain, with no place to go.

Out on runway number nine, X seven seven to go.

About your own grass, where the payment never goes.

Where the payment will go?

When the money will it taste good

and the women all were fast.

There she goes my friend.

She's rolling out at last.

Excuse me.

Pardon me from him.

On a Tuesday?

You'll pardon, you indulge me on a Tuesday as I work my way back into the week and we drop some

Intel that perhaps you were not

Completely familiar with of course

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