Well, now
If there's a lover's graveyard
She's digging me a grave
Well,
just like rats in a concrete maze
they all starve
I was an easy victim
I wasn't really living
I guess I
She said "You're always broke"
I said "Well duh, I know"
She
These tides are the best I've known
Never knowing, where they
come along and walk with me
we'll see where your life
Well you were dressed for success
But they were not impressed
Some things are hard to explain
And even harder to say
So
Well I'm a modern-day minority
Ain't got no culture or history
But
well outside it's snowing and they're walking hand in hand
while
Just like a scab in the streets
I see you bleeding
An undergound legend passed through the present
a drop-out degenerate torn
In the back of a record store
Piled up on the
It's been so long
Since I've been here
It seems like years
Since
Oh no
I said, "Boy, don't you be naive
You get off
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