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Dimes hit cement, it’s such a shame,
Sorry – I’m not feeling right today,
Move along young punks, you’re in my way,
In my way,
Hold your lament, it’s Saturday,
Call me crass but take a holiday,
Fall through cracks, Please find another way,
Another way,
Waiting on the curb, it’s a delicate charade,
Despite what you have heard,
I have more than half a brain,
In nominal control,
Of a soul they call insane,
I hear your number sir, I have your number sir,
I have your sunlight in a jar, I have your sunlight here …
All roads are bent, in different ways,
Walk your path and plant a steady gaze,
Far ahead is always far away,
And I can’t stay,
Down here in the dirt, where you look with such malaise,
I’ve a plan to make you hurt, in a hundred different ways,
You think you’ve got control, with an arrogance that plays,
I hear your number sir,
I have the numbers,
here.
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