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Eleven tabs well spent, twelve hours dry heaving on a train. Ought to look a little closer before I throw my friends away. Bottled up and made a monster when there's no one left to love, I'll always be.
Spelled out trouble with your footsteps, I'm leaving claw prints in the sand. The sudden rush to my gut when I got to you right says something that I can't. I'd be a man strapped to an arm chair with his pages falling out if it were me.
Ninety minutes of unlawful searches by four policemen and one brown dog. Maybe frisk me one more time, sir. Maybe that'll get you off.
Stick your hands into my pockets, I bet that'll scare me good. I hope you