Brian EnoCrime In The Desert

Crime and punishment in tuscon Back to normal in the sun Playing blackjack in the drive-in Shooting snake-eyes in the mud And when the moonlight came out, we were gone, long gone. They found a body on the race-track; No identifying signs In his pocket was a notebook With a number inside And guadalajara's just a few miles down the line. She adored the broken-hearted And those who showed her a bad time They didn't care for her body They took advantage of her mind. So they took her ideas and they left her behind.
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