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Obstacle 1 (Arthur Baker’s Return to New York Mix - Edit)
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I wish I could eat the salt
Off of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times
Make playing only logical harm
And we can cap the old lines
Make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read
She can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read
She can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
But, it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we could find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we could top the old times
Clay-making that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read
She can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read
She can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But, it's different now
It's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
And you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she poses
It's in the things that she puts in my hair
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room, and she takes it apart
She puts the weight into my little heart
I said she puts the weight into my little heart
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Heaven is never enough
She puts the weight in my heart
She puts it, she puts the weights into my little heart