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New York City
My itchy month of May
has passed for Ms. Onassis
Decay on

I don't wanna go
I don't go down
I wanna go down like she did

And I can't why
good's gotta die
Before we it

Mumbled talk through Pigeon
And is wasting away
Religiously they to sin
Buy, or trade for amens

I just don't wanna
I just wanna feel
I don't wanna feel like they feel

Hollow for sound
my coat for a gown
Now way up in my
You know I love you a little bit more

Raisin' nose to chin
after smoke they all trickle in
Anythin', for
And endin' up with

pimpled young man
Sores all his hands
sleepin', not so silently

I'll mop the for you all
I'm a fly on the
big and listenin'

Burned a of a friend of mine
And now Bub I
That you fly a mile high
You told me ever gonna come between

And ever gonna come between
ever gonna come between
My truck and me