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JIMMY PLANNED HARMONICA IN THE PUB WHERE I WAS BORN. HE PLAYED IT FROM THE NIGHT TIME TO THE PEACEFUL EARLY MORN. HE SOOTHED THE SOULS OF PSYCHOS AND THE MEN WHO HAD THE HORN.
The whole thing started at the dawn of man. He was sitting on a rock with a club in his hand. The very first time he laid eyes on her. She was dressed to kill in a saber-tooth fur.
CHECK THAT WRITING ON THE WALL. IT' BEEN THERE ALL ALONG BIT WE PAID NO ATTENTION. PACKAGED DISSENT FOR ALL. SO EAGER TO BUY IN BUT NEVER QUESTIONED INTENTIONS.
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Could this be the end? Alert the media. Holler out message sent, and pass the bottle now. I'll wreck today not unlike the way you saw me yesterday. I'll wreck today and double over laughing with the pain.
The siren on the street outside, didn't even turn your head. It couldn't cut the silence between us in this bed. You're staring at your wall and I'm staring at mine.
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Thats one for me, and one for you. Add it up and were just two fools. And on, and on, and on, and on, it goes. . You hurt me, and I hurt you woman. Like two kids we're keepin score.
NOW IT' TIME. IT' TIME TO WRECK THIS PLACE. IT' TIME TO LAUGH. FUCK SAVING FACE. THE ONLY THING I WANT TO SAVE IN THE IMAGE ON YOUR FACE. WHEN I SHOW UP AT YOUR PROM WITH GHOST OF LESTER BANGS.
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I WATCHED THE WAY YOU HUNG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TOOK THE BAIT. COULDN SEE QUITE CLEARLY THROUGH THOSE STARS IN YOU EYES.
I could barely breathe when you told me goodbye. Thought my knees would go as you walked down the drive. It was I could do to hold back the tears. I whispered "I love you" guess you didn't hear.
STANDING WITH YOU HEAD SO HIGH. YOU KNOW THEYE TALKING ABOUT YOU. BET YOU STARTED TO THINK IT COULDN GO ON WITHOUT YOU. MAYBE THINGS LOOK DIFFERENT TO ME.
I just cant remember when he started slipping. From that strong, gentle giant he used to be. But now he takes forever just to walk down to the mailbox.
Witness a jaded town. Got some champagne for a forty ounce frown. I've worked my theories through. Already half dead and nothing more to lose. . Forget now what we've got.
Up and down the street tonight. There?s a Santa Claus at every light. Trees for sale on the corner lot. Waiting for a home. . Everywhere across the land.
You like to stand on the other side. Point and laugh so self-satisfied. Lines drawn so plain and clear to you. So plain and clear they distort your view.