Eight tiny lines of cocaine
Left on a copy machine
In an empty corner of a dream
My sleep could not complete
There are sirens in the birds
And you and I are too far apart
And my eyes need a shave
What else can go wrong?
Now that I’m not longed for
Wild life seems wrong
Won’t care
Won’t stare
You’ve got family out there
The silver black boot
That cracked my front tooth
Is a new kind of truth
I’m getting used to
Come back lonely
How sad, if only
I don’t believe you don’t care
You’ve got family out there
Where the power lines are down
Whipping sparks around
Like angels touching down
I see you there
How sad, if only
Don’t believe you don’t care
You’ve got family out there
You’ve got family out there
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