Equally Cursed & Blessed Lyrics - 1972

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I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it

But dreaming is for moonrise
Amd moonlight also ails those tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as i would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me

I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there behind walls of sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as i would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me

Here i am
Here i am
And here i stand
Here in my kitchen where i familiar with every brand
Here i am
A front line with labels where i witness custard's last stand
Here i am