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Every day you take my hand and make my belly bleed. You're a ghost girl's scream on a summer breeze. I call the police, but you're too good at disappearing.
Thelma Taylor was a-waiting at a bus stop in my neighborhood when she got turned into an urban myth. I wish she was allowed to take the bus and pick some berries for herself. I wish I had a berry pie to win you with.
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UNION,
released September 1, 2007
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