I'm barefoot, bristling
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Solitude
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On my rooftop, solid
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So like this come of stars
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Staring at me
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Who's out there?
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I can see the girl
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Across the way
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She can't see me
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And I touch myself
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With just a little bit of confusion
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But I'm all alone
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And that's all that matters
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It's the chance
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I'm taking
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It's the danger I like
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Within this
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Euphoric kind of feeling
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It's just a sex high
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There ain't no waterfalls
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There ain't no grassy grass here
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Just a casual nod
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And basketball
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I don't mind
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Cause I'm still alive
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All thoughts and feelings
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Under my ceiling
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This city
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Hangs a sensual tension
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This city
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Screams for more affection
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Hitting it from all directions
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Just a kid
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With the past of a grown man
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Sold my sex
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In public places
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To junked out fags
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With yellow eyes
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Running
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For their Times Square lives
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Hit the river, swim in shit
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But never
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Tried to open my eyes
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In the dark
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I see dead young faces
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Fix me up
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And keep your Zen
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Basketball
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I Mother Earth |