When all the limbs are numb and clean,
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and you're in transit, dream to dream,
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I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.
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When all the world has lain and sank,
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and money sleeps inside the banks,
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I'll drift there to meet you, layzbones.
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Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances,
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drunkenness is a hand-held
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scrambling down Delancey
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I come stumbling;
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well I hear you had to take a shine
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and firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine.
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Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water
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trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder.
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If I could stay here, under your idle caress
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and not exit to the world and phoniness and people.
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When all the noise has left your head
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will someday you rise off the bed?
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I'll be there to lift you, lazybones.
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Lazybones
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| Soul Coughing |
