Agemo's Hoops
The Mountain Goats
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You were breathing against my throat
Covering your laugh up with your long black overcoat
All circles warming up.
And you told me what you were going to do.
And i promised to do the same thing too.
And the air, the air in new england was pure
Poison.
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The car was parked out back among the trees.
Your voice was getting higher by slow degrees.
You were giving me directions.
And you told me where i came from.
Well, god bless us everyone.
And the air, the air in new england was pure
Poison.
Poison.
Poison.
Poison.
