In the depths of dizziness I picked a fight with myself like a real roughneck Screaming, "You don't know who you're dealing with." I threw a hell of a punch but I couldn't connect At the edge of a si
You still wear your hair to your shoulder You still look like a Friday night You're still caught somewhere Between the plans and the dreams So that neither end up turning out right And I myself look a
You have found me on the other side of a loser's winning streak Where my thoughts all wander further than they should Let me sing to you my solitude, let me pay for your next drink Let me defend these
With his back against the San Francisco traffic, On the bridges side that faces towards the jail, Setting out to join a demographic, He hoists his first leg up over the rail. And a phone call is made,
The separation was symmetrical They both retreated to their sides Drawing lists of demands And muddy lines in the sand Trying out their separate lives Most of the damage was collateral But still insp
She went from table manners to tunnel vision to premature farewells With a restlessness reserved for those who believe in themselves She thought the world was hers so she made sure it bent beneath her
Between the cold drinks in the freezer And the latest tabloid rags A voice screams over the music Put the money in the bag No one ever gives his reasons No one ever hears his name This is all happenin
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