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Tiptoeing through the used condoms |
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Strewn on the piers |
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Off the west side highway |
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Sunset behind the skyline of jersey |
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Walking towards the water |
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With a fetus holding court in my gut |
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My body highjacked |
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My tits swollen and sore |
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The river has more colors at sunset |
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Than my sock drawer ever dreamed of |
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I could wake up screaming sometimes |
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But I don't |
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I could step off the end of this pier but I got shit to do |
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And I've an appointment on tuesday |
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To shed uninvited blood and tissue |
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I'll miss you I say |
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To the river to the water |
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To the son or daughter |
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I thought better of |
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I could fall in love |
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With jersey at sunset |
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But I leave the view to the rats |
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And tiptoe back |
