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Trucks
Spacey Jane
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Every morning, fighting through a coma
Each affliction carries its misnomer
Trucks roll, loud into the port
They go, where I could never know
My toes are freezing, cold cuts through the Persian
Rug I've stolen, Dad thinks that I've borrowed
He gives more than I can pay back
Twenty-two, I'll never pay him back
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
It's winter south of the river without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
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Empty bottles, if not for the burnt butts
Falling over, wind in from the coast cuts
Hard and sharp, messes up my head
Leaves fall, peppering the air
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
It's winter south of the river without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
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Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
It's winter south of the river without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
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