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I caught you beat

I caught you beat

Spitting whiskey at the stars

And bawling tears on my neck

Spinning jazz on my soul

Screeching like mad-cats,

Like all the sad drift,

Turning headlights on the desert

Picking through the wreckage

Howling

With my hands on your hips

To hold it and keep it