Fly, Marlowe

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I drove past all the lonesome trees
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And hipsters taking pictures of dying leaves
It seemed silly and somewhat profound
All those lonely lenses, their eyes to the ground

A girl takes communion in a bathroom stall
Carves her gospel into that filthy wall
She had a vision of brimstone and love
And found religion in a red cup

She brought her blackened tongue to a gunfight
Oh, she set out to set it right
Her loaded words and bullets flew
“If only everything was as easy as you”