I saw an old man on the street
He was in
I figured out the problem yeah the problem is you
You
He was an artist and a writer
And a poet and
Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I
Reconcile to the relief
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't
The common man doesn't suffer pain like this only the
God damn it man I almost had it
Stuck in the
The end isn't here, there's something wrong
But it's coming real
Maxwell can't tell he's in Hell
He just wants you to
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me
Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street he knew
Took the 60 bus, out of downtown Campbell, Ben Zandito
He
Ruby soho
Echoes of reggae comin' through my bedroom wall
Havin' a
The way that she moves well I was aroused
Impowered impassioned
Hey sister do you know what time it was when
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