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animals in the city - when the light turns red, child, grab my hand and cross quickly. bus to work, bus tables at work it's business as usual. all done up o what a mess how these animals dress, with all their drugs, and their breasts - it's as clear as a mirror as concealed as our flesh - baby needs a rest. he's running home till his death. in the beat of the room and the dark of the bar, it's just the shape of a womb and the sound of a heart. a paradise lost, with a paradise found. "should we asphalt the ground?" "i don't know, it's not my fault now, son, it's your round" c'mon home, come on home. but mom i forget just where i'm from. did you forget where you lived? yeah, i forgot where i lived - but i think it's got something to do with the howling winds. From Letras Mania