Eric Reitz: Music

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I rolled down 12 with a smoke taped tight to the back of my lips said June
The market plots them hotel lots reach hots by golden noon
With Turkish wings I found my ways on roads carved by the seas
I took a sip her cold wet grip I was wasted with the breeze

And oh, why do you get so mad at night
You know, chasing fame don't make this right
I fight, the feelings that turn love to flight
Oh I cut, the life I had it wore too tight

And the boats they sail to mainland
They're lost in thoughts of hurricanes

Virginia Dare you laid your stare on the bridges naked hips
Then you dug your hands in the weathered sands just begging for your tips
Food to mouth I drink to pout my milk-laced Irish stout
It's a jolly ride but my time I bide I pray my fear wears out

And oh, why do you get so mad at night
You know, chasing fame don't make this right
I fight, the feelings that turn love to flight
Oh I cut, the life I had it wore too tight

And the boats they sail to mainland
They're lost in thoughts of hurricanes

With aces paired I combed my hair and gently to the road
But she don't like them songs I write so the love with her I sold

And oh, why do you get so mad at night
You know, chasing fame don't make this right
I fight, the feelings that turn love to flight
Oh I cut, the life I had it wore too tight

And the boats they sail to mainland
They're lost in thoughts of hurricanes