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Out by my corner winter has fallenunder the gin you'll find me forever fakingall types of clashes mixed up romancesspacing around the guiltof whatever happened
I don't see anyone at allthe rest is feeling fine
It means so much to feel this smallexcept for the most time
I sway where I want to fall when I got to
I pick myself up to let you know that Ineed none of your loving, giving or caringperhaps I believe they're nothing to do with me
I don't see anyone
I fall down drunk each time I try at all
Back at the corner the rain is falling againsomedays seem to last as long as tentake me, to the station, and put me in
I don;t want to pass through here again
Maybe a gutter maybe a lovermaybe a life of cheap wine and Bukowskibars and blisters, cocky sisters
I don't even know what they mean to me
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