seventeen years in the city static clinging to the ceiling never did I think it would come to this (outcome is different than I expected) never did I think it would come to this (outcome is different than I expected) bright cops and cheerleaders eyebrows painted on their heads a mouthfull of rotting cavities drinking coca-cola in the street never did I think it would come to this (outcome is different than i expected) never did I think it would come to this (outcome is different than I expected) shot in the leg shot in the leg my leg is a bone nobody home my hand is a wire the skies are fire the drums are beating pistols and jeans left for dead left for dead left for dead dead as a fly
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