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Snaggle-Tooth Rock
It's cold outside but your fingertips still grease my windows every night
I saw you coming a mile away
And smelled you twenty more
Jingle-cup, my lips still tingle
No I can't spare you any change
So they say it's just another
Forgotten in the shuffle
Decoration for the alleyways
Like they really needed anymore
Jesus himself could only take 40 days alone
And desert sand is softer than a concrete home
Made daddy proud and became a boxer
With a mean right hook and a drinking problem
And the story's almost over
Enough paper bags to rebuild the tree
Where squirrels and birds could thrive and eat
And just perhaps they'll look down and see
A life-sized ornament that looks just like me
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