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put pod noge kasapljenje

stone thrown through the rusty window. glass scattered-hole open.
sun finally sharpened coming clear.
taste of the cut grass green almost in my mouth full.
licking wet the yellow summer by the long memory tongue.

hitting the highway just there and beck again.
guess just getting high.
the right way.

sun shadow on/off
black riders on my beck

sun shadow on/off
you and me on my side

sun shadow on/off
by a green river rollin’
hopeless as before beginning
hopeless as after ends.
rats remain the same
by a green river rollin’.

hitting the highway.
riding the right way

days like this make me sure I wanna ware my turquoise
cowgirl hat.
on the ride out through that glass cut.
some attitude is for sure welcome when you ride:
sun shadow on/off
highway

on+A je neko drugi.
al ovo sam ja danas.



just Highway. no movie.