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There's a devil waiting outside your door. He's weak with evil and broken by the world. He's shouting your name and asking for more.

Now, I know that you don't really dig him. And I can see that you want it to quit.

There are those of us not fit to tie. The laces of your shoes. Must remain behind to testify. Through an elementary blues.

Your sleeping hands journey the loiter. Stranger than kindness. You hold me so carelessy close, tell me I'm dirty.

Could the powers that be ever foresee that things could so utterly alter?

Though there ain't no enemy here, you keep me very near and shoot me down. Shoot me down.

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The butcher bird makes it's noise. And asks you to agree with it's brutal nesting habits and it's pointless savagery.

O my bolts of joy, o my darling little boys. They are lost to us. And people... They are never coming back.

Take this deafening thunder down. Take this bread and take this wine. Your passing is not what we mourn but the world you left behind.

The moon is in the gutter and the stars wash down the sink. I am the king of the blues. I scrape the clay off my shoes.

I just laid there watching the sun fall down from the sky, not wanting to open the letter but opening it anyway, and seeing those two words

All right! Sha la-la-la, sha la-la-la, sha la-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la, sha la-la-la, sha la-la-la-la-la-la

Easy money. Rain it down on the wife and the kids. Rain it down on the house where we live. Rain until you got nothing left to give.

Problems still as a whole. Cannot be solved and must be outgrown. The bottomless nightcould not be known. The empty ring on the phone

All things move toward their end. I knew before I met her that I would lose her. I swear I made every effort to be good to her.

Oh, go to sleep lil' children, the sandman's in his way. But the lil' children know, they listen to the beating of their blood!

I thought of my friends who had died of exposure and I remembered other ones who had died from the lack of it.

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O wake up, my love, my lover make up.