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Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed |
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In a dismal cheap hotel |
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With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk |
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From my last cold-turkey attack |
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I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door |
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Instrument of release by my side |
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The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon |
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The can or sterno red |
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I wait |
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And I wait |
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Spread-eagled |
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Half dead |
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Waiting for my man |
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(x8) |
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I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall |
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For the black man's stacatto knock knocking |
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I wait he doesn't show |
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I wait he doesn't show |
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I wait he doesn't show |
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Get this monkey off my back |
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Get this monkey off my back |
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Get this monkey off my back |
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Get this monkey off my back |
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Off my back |
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Off my back |
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Off my back |
