Break Even Thinking about our morning walks, how the sun filters through the trees. It casts a soft light on your face, your hair catching the breeze. The owner subtracts for our beers when he pays out our bread. We give the two sets and encore and always end up in the red. What I get when I'm coming is what I lose when I'm leavin’ I end the day addi…
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