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New York City
My itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms.
on display

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

And I understand why
Something good's die
Before we it

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

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

Hollow body for
Trade my coat for a
Now way up in my
You I love you just a little bit more

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

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

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

Burned a hand of a of mine
And now Bub I
That you could fly a mile
You told me nothing's gonna come between

And nothing's ever come between
Nothing's gonna come between
My dump and me