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The Psychedelic Furs
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Crooked heels, unbuttoned boots
Shoot down ragged miles
I'm coming home, I'm like a girl
In all her rags and all her pearls
I hear her talk through vicious teeth
Saying, "God is gone, stop hanging on my sleeve"
And I can't speak
And all of that will never please
A hollow moon hung like a heart
Stars like dirty spots on dirty seas
And never seen
And all of that and all of these
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I hear her dust fall at her feet
And Christ and all his crows can't keep it neat
So what of me
And all that I don't want to be?
A bitter taste, a bitter pill
Says nothing's ever true and ever will
Become of me
Or make a sense of what I see
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On broken nerves and ragged clothes
Eyes that never close stare back at me
And never see
And holler names and follow me
What's written now you can't erase
And pages from my past get in my way
For want of why
I make a stand or take a side
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