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I'm dead, got nothing to losethe biggest fucker around's gonna give himselfthe blues trying to make trouble for a dead manwhat's that, you're mistakenthe spot you wanted most has already been takenand it's been taken by your own selfno reason for a hasty retreatyou're dead just a little bit tooperhaps you've forgotten all the things you can't dolike letting your belly get swollenfrom lack of foodand every broken rock or boneor blue-green god tree or the smell of dampor the touch of you reminds meof the you we once knew |
