We came in and made a mess, pitched a tent in your living room. someone's stolen Lucien's vest, when no one's here things are jejune. solitaire's not just for one, Monday night we'll have a game. doesn't matter whose team you're on, Cleveland wins it either way. we missed you so and we don't want to go yet. why can't we be home at calumet? i got just one hour of sleep, too much sabbath in my head. ron jon's stressed beyond belief so get your feet off of the bed. Jude is climbing up the walls, she hates D. Creek as much as me. i'm not here if someone calls, unless it's from apartment three. we'll miss you so and we don't want to go yet. why can't we be home at 38 calumet? what's that melody i hear? hard and straight's what pays the bills. sing-song english harmonies, much too clever, makes me ill. before i go just one last thing, i just want all of you to know. we'll be back in early spring, unless this van decides to blow.
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