I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
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All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
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Then when the cops closed the fair,
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I cut my long baby hair
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Stole me a dog-eared map
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and called for you everywhere
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Have I found you
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Flightless bird,
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jealous, weeping or lost you, American mouth
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Big pill looming
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Now I'm a fat house cat
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Nursing my sore blunt tongue
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Watching the warm poison rats curl
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through the wide fence cracks
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Pissing on magazine photos
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Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
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And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
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Have I found you
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Flightless bird, grounded,
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bleeding or lost you, American mouth
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Big pill stuck going down
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Flightless Bird, American Mouth
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