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In this torpid scene everybody needs a little less spaceNo one will read our books unless they think we're writing for them to readWe're writing with our bonesBut what they want's an exhibitionist teenI will bring you outSwollen and broken, I will bring you outThough like untrue wheels we all wobble through our own tired phasesWe may find a pearl, we may write a secret manualSome kids break a hydrant on Elizabeth and Spring and we are freeWe stay up all night to watch the yellow light snake into the alleys From Letras Mania