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I get up and slink awayThe buzzards drop and settle inThe lepers sleep by a lazy streamI am not botheredI will not follow anymore
The hookers live down by the shoreTheir mothers keep the money in their shoesTheir fathers dice beneath the treesI am not botheredI will not follow anymore
And oh the things we used to knowI pack all my bags it's time to goI think of you blasting through the starsIt hurts me to not know where you areWhere you are
And oh the things we used to knowI pack all my bags it's time to goI think of you blasting through the starsIt hurts me to not know where you areWhere you are
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