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I never wanted to be president
Zoned out afternoon Let
I
She caught the melting sky It burned but still the winter passes By and by To the other side A slow parade of wind That blows through threes That wilted with the season
In a darkened room Beyond the reach of god
We stand accused but you lie Varicose-veined finger Prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger Free living fast But you
Check out clementine Cleanin?needles in her wine Face down in her one-eyed world With her brain-dead valentine She
You and i together in our lives Sacred ties would never fray Then why can
Turn on the tv,
Outside my window there
Your jokes ain
You got me forced to crack My lids in two I
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