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i was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love, built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough. i cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove which tagged me a naive son. so the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights and they stuck up there noses and started some fights. their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands. while my father was slaving, my mother explained it - sometimes that just how it is. so my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy, finally held up her fist said, "i'm done being coy!" and the neighborhood, bored, started buzzing with joy. we finally have front page news. although it was sad, i couldn't help but laugh. such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat. so i laid on my back, let the punk records spin. and the sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars and it all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark. so i called out danger, my friends and some strangers. they stumbled and wavered, but caught me a savior. they slipped me the blood and the whole of the body, but i didn't feel their change. then i met a man with a fist for a hand, held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in. some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed - the gift of a fat lipped grin. now they're drilling my teeth while i'm soiling sheets with my lover, she counting the diamonds on rings. and even when truth doesn't help with the sting, out of low numbers, some harsh looking colors, you pull out immaculate change. no need for a thousand cranes. so i thank the city, the lives that it's spinning. the friends that i have and the shoes we're not shining. the drunk horns, so violent, all spitting out sounds of the colors so vibrant, the colors so loud. the newly born crying, realizing what life is. the eyes of my grandfather, right before dying. the see-saw of all with its rickety balance. the feeling of coming, the feeling of going. the mother, the child, the tame and the wild. the spray painted minor to the gold leaf attired. the crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake. oh i finally feel it, the stitching of beautiful seams.
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