Thank Christ, turn out the lights Somewhere between the station and the turnpike It's indecision that I don’t like For over 36 moons Third pitcher on a working afternoon Open sky when it’s the 20th of June Ain’t no weekends here
As a man of maps, I gazed on in I look back on those days in silence
A hundred thousand, maybe more Its hard to count them, falling like dead flowers on the floor My heart is pounding, a pile driver in my chest A warm fountain, cold cigarette
As a man of maps, I gazed on in I look back on those days in silence
I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things I’ve done I wish that I would be forgiven, for all those things, all those crazy things I…
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