Spare me the middle
Spare me the time spent muddling
The money managing
The taking the time to mind your manners
The panaceas, the planners
The mindless mindfullness
The painless leveraged loss and gain
The principled stance, the love that never took a chance
Heed the dull ache in your heart
Bleed, feel, cheat reason
Follow the fleeting feeling
That tonight is a new start
Folky fingerpickers, dressed in union soldier hats and coats, make me wish I had a good horse, bow, arrows, and a steady aim.
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