Will "The Thrill"

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Will The Thrill - Cayucas
Underneathe what's
Beating slimy green
Saint Laurence built
In the safe of these
No intelligent thing left to say
Oh what's done
And bid them wash away
Load a cycle nineteen fifty-three
Yellow mounting
Carpet indian cheif
Rusted in then
Old bent dumpy shed
Pushed the wheel
Barrel over the tire tred
And I was like
"Oh my god
Is this actually happening to me "
Off of the side of the road
You looked over cautiously
Rolled down the window
Said you look like a girl
I used to know
Why don't we leave
This town together
Wherever the wind blows
Through the deaf fields
In cold lundy uh
Had to hitchhike back to Montezuma
Ended up in some place far away
Cowboy boots till don a switch blade
Seven seventy M-W
Series deep that goes
A hunch then soon
Sittin on the leather worn and torn
Muddy boot prints cover up the floor
And I was like
"Oh my god
Is this actually happening to me "
Off of the side of the road
You looked over cautiously
Rolled down the window
Said you look like a girl
I used to know
Why don't we leave this town
Together wherever the wind blows
Look at the posters that
Are on the wall
Michael Jordan standing six feet tall
It's in your closet
Or behind your bed
No feel if feel
The sense of bloody red
Like wind my friend