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I saw someone posted up under the Myrtle viaduct A concrete ganesha, winking Knower of beginnings, I've got to wonder What it is you're seeing that I can't see from here Cause I busted my guts on the Myrtle viaduct And those guts are nobody's now Love lit us Cadillac green My love is patient with me Late-twenties-skinny in your sweater Knower of beginnings, I've got a hunger For whatever you're seeing that I can't see from here Cause I lined up my ducks on the Myrtle viaduct And those ducks are nobody's now You moved like a sunroom Bracing for Sunday evening Auburn curls hanging from a mind made up Knower of beginnings, I think I know now What it is you're seeing Turns out my baby's had enough of the Myrtle viaduct And the city is knocking it down My baby is nobody's now From Letras Mania