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And I'll just keep on stumbling
Right now it feels to humbling
To tell you what I want

And the cities feeling [bad word] and crass
With beer cans growing blazing grass
To look like something new

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And I know that you love me
But I'm just to [bad word] hungry
For loving that I don't need
And I know that you like my shoes

If you wish that you could count for every inch 
And every ounce of everything that you leak
And you'll die by the time you thirty

Slithering snakes in garden rakes
Don't got what it takes 
To give you what you need

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