Waiting for the sheriff to bring some dirty water by
Help yourself out to some of my disaster
It's moving faster since the last time I was on speed...
Don't you know what I mean?
It's ways and means and your ways are mean by definition
I could fill this page up with this boy's ambition
But I don't audition
Yes it's true
I could never ask for you
Heard you saw some friends of mine last winter
Then again I heard you disappeared into ether
I don't mind if you laugh because I'm tired
I'm feeling wired, oh so weary, oh so old
Am I being to bold? Bold enough to ask you if you really love me
In my shadow, in my dream
One last thing, please let me say, that is please stay away from me
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