I slept through my classes and I stayed up late
It’s our suffering that brings us together
it’s not our love
Smoke is coming from the trains
Running past the graves
You can get wounded in love
you can get wounded in
Chinatown Bus, 8pm
95 South, heading back again
The sun
Lots of folks back east they
say are leaving home
We said there gonna use 9/11
As a pretext for
I was driving your car,
You were sleeping again.
Voices
She’s the way I kind of take my time (?)
just
Under a fungal influence I lost concept of time
Along
The last time I saw you in the middle of
I've got a friend who I hardly see
And one
Still on my back to an affluent dream
where the city
Swimming in a swimming hole
That used to be a
The grocery workers are strong and proud, see how our
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