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| 1 | Running trough frozen shadows | |
| 2 | Knife edged shrieking street-lights | |
| 3 | Broken glass in empty windows | |
| 4 | Hollow dreams in empty nights | |
| 5 | Tangles railroad entrails of Hoboken | |
| 6 | Pavement steaming central heat | |
| 7 | Vision smashed | |
| 8 | All hope broken | |
| 9 | And trashed | |
| 10 | Like refuse in the street | |
| 11 | It's the same old story | |
| 12 | Who can see it as she sees | |
| 13 | Risking the fangs of the predatory | |
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Trying to find a little squeeze |
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| 15 | You know, her sister's a junky | |
| 16 | And her boyfriend's a thief | |
| 17 | Stay ahead of the twisted monkey | |
| 18 | Trying to get some relief | |
| 19 | Sidewalk shimmers like quick sand | |
| 20 | Furnace opens ready to receive | |
| 21 | She takes it all in | |
| 22 | But on the other hand | |
| 23 | Doesn't begin | |
| 24 | To know what to believe | |
| 25 | It's the same old story | |
| 26 | Who knows it as only she can know | |
| 27 | Racing the silence of purgatory | |
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Going all out to cop some good blow |
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| 29 | Someday I'll make a wish upon a star | |
| 30 | And wake up where the flashing neon light bazaar | |
| 31 | Is far | |
| 32 | Behind me | |
| 33 | Far behind | |
| 34 | Where trouble melts away the pressure drops | |
| 35 | So high above the smoking chimney tops | |
| 36 | Just stop | |
| 37 | And find me | |
| 38 | Just try and find | |
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Me |
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| 40 | Speeds along and turns the corner | |
| 41 | Out over barren fields of steel rail | |
| 42 | Hissing jets piss stinking summer | |
| 43 | Out into dark clouds of misty veil | |
| 44 | She runs ahead through misty shadows | |
| 45 | She stumbles blindly in the heat | |
| 46 | Sweat streaming | |
| 47 | Down her face and fingers | |
| 48 | Earth tearing | |
| 49 | At her leaden feet | |
| 50 | Far away the moment trembles | |
| 51 | Opening like the cracks of doom | |
| 52 | The world disintegrates | |
| 53 | And reassembles | |
| 54 | Into the sterile silence | |
| 55 | Of her room | |
| 56 | Four walls reflected in the mirror | |
| 57 | Four walls that intersect four other walls | |
| 58 | And now her hand | |
| 59 | With ever dropping pressure | |
| 60 | She tries to stand | |
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But falls |
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| 62 | To her knees she falls | |
| 63 | She knows what it means | |
| 64 | And with her head thrown back | |
| 65 | She starts to laugh | |
| 66 | And she screams | |
| 67 | And she screams | |
| 68 | And she screams, "Bleed | |
| 69 | "Bleed, mother fucker, bleed | |
| 70 | "Bleed cock-sucker | |
| 71 | "Bleed | |
| 72 | "Bleed | |
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"Bleed |
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