More than twice Ive enjoyed the delight of a rapper Rolled it up and blocked out the clatter Vibrating up from the bowels of the planet below I smoke the worlds problems in a cloak of illusion Then clarity comes from confusion I dont need much but the sound of a steel guitar The sound of my own voice, the bell of a saxophone Once again I find my toenails need clipping My tongue is numb, my nose has been dripping Ive been sniffing for about a week now My hair is looking duller and lanker Its longer, Ive never looked much like a gangster But now, I dont look like a gangster at all Theres a sudden lack of excitement in my day All my exhibitionist neighbours have moved away Ive smoked too much Ive smoked too much And my mind is losing the memories of your sweet touch My lungs have never felt worse Less of a blessing than a curse Im looking through an empty purse and I see The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust Take the time of your life and times it by three Thats what we get when we leave the city Youre a pretty girl but you look better in the country We can sense each others thoughts all night And stare into pupils under the moonlight We wont be apart until one of us is dead But which one of us will that be? Theres panic running through my head Ive smoked too much Ive smoked too much And my mind is losing the memories of your sweet touch My lungs have never felt worse Less of a blessing than a curse Im looking through an empty purse and I see The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust
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