MR. PAYDIRT HITS
THE HIGH FIVE
If I, if I, wasn't trembling, if I
wasn't shook : I'd then hold this
candle steady, and I wouldn't have
this look. 'Waves of fear,' as Lou
Reed put it, the kind that guts you
out and wrenches your heart two
inches over from where it should
be. How can we do that again?
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If there's another world, I want in
it. This one is dead for the doormat
it welcomes, and all the alliances
gone. It's tired to hear and tired to
listen. And everywhere I turn,
something's wrong again.
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