"Box of Limes" as written by and Curtis Kirkwood....
This box of limes is burning cold
Come all these moonbeams, burning down my door
These dirty rhymes are on a roll
That's not what it seems
Crawling across your floor

Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white

This toothpick, Baby, is burning wax
Pigs on a postcard are playing jacks
They play for nothing, no looking back
That's not what it seems
Crawling through the cracks

Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white

This box of limes is burning cold
Come all these moonbeams, further to be sold
These dirty rhymes are chewing glass
That's not what it seems
Coming over the pass

Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white


Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white

This box of limes is burning cold

This box of limes

This box of limes is burning cold
These dirty rhymes are chewing glass
That's not what it seems
Coming over the pass




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