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The only car on the raw sheet highway is riding |
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The stars for him are only coat lining |
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You cannot sweat a piebald horse and make it a steed |
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I cannot take your want and make it a need |
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They keep wasting you, wasting you |
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Just to get a taste you |
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They've been wasting you, wasting you |
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Just to get a taste of you |
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Ted saw a black man's lips |
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And a movie star's blond |
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He shook her little bobby sox |
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Until the thrill was gone, the thrill was gone |
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He had tasted her, tasted her |
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Smiled right into the base of her |
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He kept racing her, racing her |
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Stayed alive, outpacing her |
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Blue bore the quiet land the best that he could |
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He learned war was silent and he understood |
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The fleshy pages of women wet from the rain |
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The rising, flooding water, feeling no pain, feeling no pain |
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Alone waits in him, aches in him |
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Takes up more than it makes of him |
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Alone shakes in him, hates in him |
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Thrums in the subway gate of him |
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She gathered rocks and twigs up in her skirt |
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She got the tired, wired drugs to make her get hurt |
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She ordered nature to her design |
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She went to sleep and dreamed asleep and it felt more fine, it felt more fine |
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The drug banked on her, blanked for her |
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Never bowed to the rank in her |
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It low-sank in her, drank in her |
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Never bothered with thanking her |
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They keep wasting me, wasting me |
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Eating up more than a taste of me |
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This time shakes in me, takes of me |
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Uses up more than it makes of me |