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SUMMER OF MY CONTENT (do believe)

IN THE SUMMER OF MY CONTENT
DON'T FORGET HIM, LEAVE HIM DRUNK OUT ON A FENCE
AND EVERY COMPLIMENT, EVERY SCAR STILL HAS A NAME
TO CONCEIVE OF FICTION AND LEAVE IT GRACELESS ON THE PAGE
DO BELIEVE
FOR IN THE 11TH HOUR WE MOAN LIKE NEED
ALL THE LADIES KEEPING EYES SHUT TO THE WAR
YOU'VE GOT THE SITUATION IN THE TWILIGHT AFTERFALL
SO WITH YOUR HANDLIKE WOMB KEEPING WARM THIS SOILED HOPE
SHRUG OFF THIS RUNAROUND AND SWEETEN HOME
DO BELIEVE
FOR IN THE 11TH HOUR WE MOAN LIKE NEED
IN THE SPRING OF THIS THORNLESS DANCE
DON'T LAPSE INTO BEDLAM WITH YOUR LAST SIGHING STANCE
CRADLE OR SUFFOCATE YOUR MISTAKES THEY ARE YOUR OWN
SENDING OUT A WISH TO BE UNDER WHELMED
DO BELIEVE
FOR IN THE 11TH HOUR WE MOAN LIKE NEED
IN THE SUMMER OF MY CONTENT
Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 1996.14
Performed by: Solo
Recordings: Tape Rec. Highland, Half Canal St. 5/7/96
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