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Atmosphere |
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Miscellaneous |
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Like Today |
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In tomorrow I see no promise |
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and yesterday was like today |
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Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock |
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butt naked except I was wearing my socks |
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and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold |
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stand up and stretch look around this mess |
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my place has been a cage since she left me |
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make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee |
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then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s |
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and wash the previous evening off me |
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now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear |
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well, what do we have here? |
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it appears as if a piece of me has got motivation |
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ain't nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation |
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fresh, dressed like fifty cents |
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clean and awake now I'm ready to commence |
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spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge |
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and that's pretty much the pattern of how the day begins |
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and I write for an hour, maybe half hour more |
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then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door |
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put my headphones on for this world I ignore |
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trek down the street towards the record store |
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"hey, bro - how you doing, anything new today?" |
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"nah man, how you been? it's the same old same again" |
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well, then I'll be gone, friend, I'll see you around |
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then I'm out, destination uptown |
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in the summertime the women wear a lot of skin |
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and if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in |
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sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin |
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if not, yo, it's cool I ain't gonna take it personally |
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from Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie |
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I love all women, but most of them just can't stand me |
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I don't know, maybe it's my hair or my clothes |
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"...or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in you're nose..." |
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either way it's okay, I wasn't tryin' to get laid |
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I just wanted to say "I hope you have a great day" |
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and then she stopped with a smile that began to blush |
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"here, take my number, call me up, I'll come over and make you lunch" |
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I got up and headed down towards the book store |
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to check the titles, that my man Michael's got me lookin' for |
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my visit was short, 'cause I just couldn't feel |
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that cat behind the counter actin' like I'm here to steal |
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so I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos |
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pierced body parts and colorful hairdos |
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and I questioned, did Babylon resemble this? |
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are we getting any closer to the end of the list? |
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a sensuous kiss, placed on apoco-lips |
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we teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist |
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and I'm wondering how'd we find this position |
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but people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women |
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onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddies for a refill and some |
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sociological studies |
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see the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers |
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all the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders |
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and that's when I saw her, sippin' on water |
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I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter |
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excuse me miss, I don't mean to come across strong |
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but I've been waitin' a while and you've been taking too long |
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and she smiled and I began to blush |
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she asked if I'd like to go to the bathroom and make some love |
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and I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed |
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and that's the very moment I woke up from the dream |
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Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock |
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butt naked except I was wearing my socks |
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and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold |
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stand up and stretch and look for my soul |
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In tomorrow I see no promise |
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and yesterday was like today |
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In tomorrow I see no promise |
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and yesterday was like today |
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In tomorrow I see no promise |
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and yesterday was like today |
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In tomorrow I see no promise |
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and yesterday was like today |
