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I felt like dropping down |
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Sick in the street |
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I could hardly care about walking |
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Dragged along with no force in my feet |
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And all the bones in me knocking |
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Worn down by caution |
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Make numb with restrain |
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In all of my sweetness |
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I retch and I faint |
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One man's meat |
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But I could not taste the poison |
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I'm so beat |
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Now my life is not worth living |
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I'll just walk the street |
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'Till I feel like dropping down |
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I could be steeped in the wwashing and weeping |
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Or burn up in frenzy or fire |
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A whistful wish for the having and keeping |
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A desperate leed led by desire |
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Wrapped in the moment |
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Weighed by thought |
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I stretch on the pavement |
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And feel myself caught |
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One man's meat |
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But I could not taste the poison |
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I'm so beat |
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Now my life is not worth living |
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I'll just walk the street |
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'Till I feel like dropping down |
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One man's meat |
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I'm so beat |
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One man's meat |
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I'll just walk the street |
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Wrapped in the moment |
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Weighed by thought |
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I stretch on the pavement |
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And feel myself caught |
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One man's meat |
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But I could not taste the poison |
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I'm so beat |
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That I feel like dropping down |
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One man's meat |
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Now my life is not worth living |
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I'll just walk the street |
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'Till I feel like dropping down |
