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Shaking like a soaked dog When you're exposed stripped bare, and hysteric Moving hypnotized When you're downtown Upset in a bottle I have a pocket full of paper pamphlets I'm spreading my faith out on the concrete I hang my hands from my hips Bite my lip I watch the wind blow trash back in my face Beakfulls of heroin When you're downtown On your own with a natural I've lost another snapshot of you I feel just like I'm coming out the bowels I just want to find some way out of this place I watch the wind blow trash back in my face From Letras Mania