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Don't ever come to fill my home
The streets light up against the needy, preach those matters
More and more, prowling with the all but dead
Long, long, battered in the song, how better less it seems
Like bullied with the all but fair

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Feel too many limps in the fame, Lord
I don't wanna die in vain, or
Never come down from the heights
Any way to eject the mind

And the bitter heart rattles the chain
Used to think it would never end
Used to lean, never stay upright
And we smoke, leave our busted lives

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Give the light bulb just a couple of screws
It's the doing that will undo