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And I'll just keep on stumbling
Right now it feels to humbling
To tell you what I want
And the cities feeling queer and crass
With beer cans growing blazing (blades of?) grass
To look like something new
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And I know that you love me
But I'm just to damn hungry
For loving that I don't need
And I know that you like my shoes
If you wish that you could count for every inch
And every ounce of everything that you leak
And you'll die by the time you're thirty
Slithering snakes in garden rakes
Don't got what it takes
To give you what you need
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