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 Standing on a bus stopFeeling your head pop
 Out in the night
 In the kind of night
 Where you want to be out
 On the street, on the street
 Crawling up the walls
 Like a cat in heat
 And the air is thin
 And it blows through your skin
 And you feel like something
 Is about to begin
 But you don't know what
 And you don't know when
 So you tear at your hair
 And you scratch at your skin
 You wanna run away, run away
 Just get on the fucking train and leave today
 And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
 You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
 Or caught in your room in a concrete shell
 Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
 And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
 In a wishing well, a wishing well
 A wishing well, a wishing well
 Well you're tossed in the air
 And you fell and you fell
 Through the dark blue waters
 Where you cast your spell
 Like you were just a wish that could turn out well
 So you stand on the corner
 Where the angels sit
 And you think to yourself,
 'This is it, this is it
 This is all that I have
 All I can stand
 Is this air in my lungs
 And this coin in my hand
 That you tossed in the air
 And I fell, and I fell
 All the way to the bottom
 Of the well, of the well.'
 Like those soft little secrets
 That you tell, that you tell
 To yourself when you think
 No one's listening too well
 And the walls spin
 And you're paper-thin
 From the haze of the smoke
 And the mescaline
 The sweat of your brow
 Under unmade sheets
 In your ear with the noise
 From the darkened streets
 Where you ran far and wide
 You screamed, you cried
 You thought suicide was an alibi
 But you were always a mess
 You were always aloof
 Yeah, it's awful, I guess
 But it's the awful truth
 It was true from the first
 To the last words that she read
 And she emerged from the dark
 Like a ghost in my head
 She said, 'I haven't forgot
 Any words that you said
 I just stare at the clocks
 And I cry in my sleep
 And I tear up your letters
 And I burn them in heaps
 And I gather the ashes
 In that hole in the ground
 Where we fell'
 
 
		
		
	
 
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