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Man at the crossroads with a voice of anticipation
He's playing Elmore James and reciting Lamentations
I am one
I am two
To whom the stroke was due

Up here in this tower for 48 hours
Without food or drink or water
Maybe I oughta

Try to remind yourself
Tell yourself it doesn't really matter
Why are my lips so blue?
My pulse ever getting shallow
Didn't hurt?
Whatever do you mean?
Didn't feel a thing

I know I can hear it, if the truth be told
Step right up and pop this trip-wire soul
My bolt action
My dissatisfaction
Man at the crossroads with a voice of anticipation   He's playing Elmore James and reciting Lamentations   I am one   I am two   To whom the stroke was due      Up here in this tower for 48 hours   Without food or drink or water   Maybe I oughta      Try to remind yourself   Tell yourself it doesn't really matter   Why are my lips so blue?   My pulse ever getting shallow   Didn't hurt?   Whatever do you mean?   Didn't feel a thing      I know I can hear it, if the truth be told   Step right up and pop this trip-wire soul   My bolt action   My dissatisfaction