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return to the city of folded arms

Canít say that it's great to be back
When all the lavender in my back yard is either dull or black
Hole in the sky with my sun glasses on
Guess the only conclusion is in song
Someoneís gone never knew they were there
Hopeless with stuff like that, donít even know the smell of hair
Trying to find a positive space
Pick up receiver and someoneís father says:

"Can't you see youíre nobody"

Such a sickened anti-grace when thereís always someone, or something stinginí you in the face
Black comedies always going too far and this oneís pushing me to burn this wretched guitar
Straight to the city of folded arms I canít be bothered to siphon out itís charms
Inanimate objects to communicate, strum up and down and it tells me that:

"This is free, is it really, Ďcause canít you see, youíre nobody"

Youíre nobody

 

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