The most intense of burning hells
Blasting expectations into smithereens
Never f
Well the actual condition of my mind
Is elusive as the
Don't speak unless spoken to
And then you don't say much
You
When I was younger, worrying about it
Trying to make these
Now you look like you just got back from somewhere
Somewhere
I can walk the bed of nails
I'm not the only
It's a one-horse town
One big desert
Asphalt desert
Asphalt jungle
Beyond the t
Big sky, what a place
Big town, big deal
Big sky, blacks
Got something to say
Like something to me
Well just go ahead
Walking down a sunny street to the library
Checking out the
Brick on your head
From the top of the ceiling
Urban sniper,
I look at your house
I wonder what goes on inside
When
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from
She gave her little child a name
A ward of welfare
I picked up my belongings in a nylon carry-all
I hear
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