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You hold the needle
But you’ve never pierced my arm
I’ve hit the walls
With all of my charms
I’ve seen the
Pimps,
Hustlers, and
Fiends
All standing outside
And west of my dreams.
Caught like hexes
In some ancient voodoo
Sedate in their
Morals,
Morphine, and
Blues
I know the pattern
I’ve searched for the lights
I’ve slept in tatters
And have dressed for the night
She’s seen the
Earrings,
Tattoo, and
Smile
We danced the dance and
Watched the sexes go wild
We knew the moment
To crank up the heat
Feeding the frenzy
Of a love that can’t speak
You’ve heard the
Riddles,
Poems, and
Rhymes
You’ve bathed in puddles and
Baths of red wine
Out last that moment
Just before dawn
The morning is for saints
I’m told, I’ve been warned
We’ve known the
Feelings,
Wealth, and
Crime
Out running distance
Just to see what we'll find
I’ve felt the pain of a king and his crown
As body and armor lay pierced on the ground
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