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White of the TV set
Lights dancing on the
Voice-overs rise minarets
Then diatonically
I answer a friend's distress call
Or should I go to
Would I, the voices rise and fall,
it to me?

All those hours of wasted
Have never crossed my

I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black
I am comfortable
Surrounded by strings and
Let everyone go

Nights on Kirkwood so
Far the sirens and the screams
I could write or I read
Go next door and smoke weed
As long as I have to think
About who the running this mess
Or what they're writing up in the Stone or NME
Go out and make a call
Or sit here and do at all
it to me?

All those hours of time
never crossed my mind

Here I am
In arm's reach of the remote
Here I am
All those clowns, can they know?
Let else go