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Gonna pick up my bagGonna run straight homeWhen the police come knocking (tell 'em)That I never left the front doorThis fabric has fadedThere'll be no renaissanceToo many winos in the park manYou know that their brains are doing somersaultsCould've been a day from SundayCould've been Tuesday lastCould've been everything that I wantedYou know that it was everything that I hadI'm dripping dime size dropsNow the glass it is emptyIt is no longer discreetLast point of entry did meNow I just can't competeI wish that it would stopYou could drive a truck right through it52 steps until I dropThere ain't no way to prove itNow the ashes have fallenPave the way for the speedLast point of entry did meI still can't compete
Gonna pick up my bagGonna run straight homeWhen the police come knocking (tell 'em)That I never left the front doorThis fabric has fadedThere'll be no renaissanceToo many winos in the park manYou know that their brains are doing somersaultsCould've been a day from SundayCould've been Tuesday lastCould've been everything that I wantedYou know that it was everything that I hadI'm dripping dime size dropsNow the glass it is emptyIt is no longer discreetLast point of entry did meNow I just can't competeI wish that it would stopYou could drive a truck right through it52 steps until I dropThere ain't no way to prove itNow the ashes have fallenPave the way for the speedLast point of entry did meI still can't compete