Paul Schluter / Ken Thrift
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fiogf49gjkf0d we struggle every night
to find a different way
thru the darkness’ last glow,
when you both need a change
and you can’t be yourself,
I don’t care for that–
it’s dark inside- wait a minute-
I think I see the light,
learned a little bit about yesterday,
someone went and told me just what you did,
what did you do to live with yourself?
And your lush new life
is the way you get around it,
as if you’re finally serious-
I got a limping back
you had a bad day, well,
about the usual shit
knock down the doorway
shove it in, one-way red-eye
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