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paper box hellomrs. green i have to gobright light black holewhat time does he get home?feet worn hands coldfifteen nights alonewhite man red caryou don't need to drive that fardon't say another worddon't make another soundi've had my arms up for so longand i want to put them downtake that pistol from my backi'm not goin anywherei'd be a fool to turn and runi'll be good this time i swearreach out reach indon't want the end to beginsidewalk graveyardit's only me that makes it hardpaper box goodbyemrs. green don't ask whybad dream new daynow i know you're not that way
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