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Back (in your love)

when the wind is crawlin'
at my basement floor
and the rats are runnin' round
tryin' to get underneath my chamber door
anything I can think of
won't seem to be enough

when I smell the stench
of your sweatstained sheet
and I see this french chick lickin' my speed
friends with your daddy & your dog
it won't seem to be enough

when the snow is wettin'
my old wooden chair
and the crabs are paddin' & runnin' around
in my pubic hair
anything I can think of
won't seem to be enough

damn this cruel november
days shift into nights
I wish I could remember
how you drifted from my sight
anything I can think of
won't seem to be enough

when all my old sollicitors
come around, only have needles for a pay

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aant.

 

and all my brand-new visitors

 

only have spoons to give away

 

anything, anything

 

won't seem to be enough

 

 

 

all my precious pleasures

 

she took away with all her charms

 

and all my solitary treasures

 

made a strainer of my arms

 

friends with your daddy & your dog

 

that won't seem to be enough

 

 

 

when the wind is crawlin'

 

at my basement floor

 

and the rats are tryin'

 

to get underneath my chamber door

 

anything I can think of

 

never seems to be enough