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Now her paints are dry... And I looked outside... At the cornerboys... Ayh, oh, where did you go? I don't know.I went to see your pictures... I spread them across the floor... Sothis is where they are shown... Now they're probably saying to you, "
If youkeep it up you'll be born." But you won't ever listen, I'll bet...
Burnt out, grass scorched by the sun. The buildings remain. We willbeat them all to dust, I'll bet...
Pulled from a headless shell that blinked on and off, "
Hotel." now thenameless dwell. They hold your key and turn your know, I'll bet...
Will you say hello to my ma? Will you pay a visit to her? She was anartist, just as you were. I'd have introduced you to her. She would take meout on Sundays. We'd go laughing through the garbage. She repaired legs likea doctor on the kitchen chairs we sat on. She was unhappy, just as you were.
Unhappy, just as you were. Unhappy, just as you were. Unhappy, just as youwere...-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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