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I have always felt a kinship to the ground and its flawsOnce a man who had nothin now a man of shovels and clawsI never gave the air a chance that was just a lieBut I have my own building now with its own skyNo wings not hereNot me don't need emPeople need change and ritalin And eyes on the doorPacing paths and grapes of wrathNewspapers and to watch the floorI rip up the asphalt I can not erodeBut I never lose a staring contest with well restedPhone rings car horn screamsNot me I'm undefeatedNo wings not here not me don't need emBirds in trees are omens watching now the rise in my bloodThey sing or scream or dive attack depending on The end resultThey don't have to sing especially not for meI have my own head and it has its own symphonyLong gestatingNow completedNo wings etc From Letras Mania