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windows, doors, walls and carpets, |
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chairs, tables and flowers, bread, wine, |
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butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices. |
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i've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now. |
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i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow. |
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airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines. |
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traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers. |
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now i'm wondering, blind, in the city. |
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I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow. |
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faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet. |
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sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up. |
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now i'm quiet in this snow, snowy country. |
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i'm hanging on until i am old, just older than now |
