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Steal some sunscreen, |
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From the CVS. |
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Use too much, |
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And make a great big mess. |
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Wait where shadows mask or hide my scent. |
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So many so-called friends, |
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Working for the government. |
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Dig through the trash. |
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Sleep on the grates. |
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And watch for the cars, |
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With the counterfeit Florida plates. |
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Scribble cyphers on the library bathroom wall. |
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Map a path from here to home. |
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Can't quite catch em all. |
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Calculate magnetic north, |
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And turn the other way. |
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Wait for the coming disaster, |
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I could do this all day. |
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Dig through the trash. |
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Sleep on the grates. |
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And watch for the cars, |
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With the counterfeit Florida plates. |
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It seems like everyone's cut me free, |
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And left me to the tender cares of my faceless enemy. |
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Feel so hungry, |
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Probably pass out soon. |
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Look for a tree to lean up against, |
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Whistle a tune-less tune. |
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This may be the night my point-men finally come. |
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Wait for the fog to catch up with me, |
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So I can at least feel numb. |
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Dig through the trash. |
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Sleep on the grates. |
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And watch for the cars, |
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With the counterfeit Florida plates. |
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With the counterfeit Florida plates. |
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With the counterfeit Florida plates. |
