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Naked as sin, an towel
Covering my
Some of us blush,
turning to jelly
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I was just a kid
were a hundred like me
I a naked body
A body followed me
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I was still a kid
my innocence was lost
In a mobile whorehouse
Gift from the army, free of
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Me, I really would liked
A touch of tenderness
Maybe a word, a
An of happiness
But, next,

Oh, it so tragic
The high did not fall
But how of that time
I hated there at all
Next, next Now I always recall
The truck, the flying flags
The queer who slapped
Our as if we were fags
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I on the wet head
Of my first of gonorrhea
It is his voice
I forever hear
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That voice that of whiskey
Of and of mud
It is the voice of
It is the thick voice of
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And since the woman
I taken to bed
to laugh in my arms
To whisper my head
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All the naked and the
hold each others hands
As they watch me scream at
In a dream no one
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And I am not screaming
In a grown dry and hollow
I stand on endless lines
Of the following and the
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One day cut my legs off
Or burn myself
Anything, do anything
To get out of to survive
to be next
to be next.