Tom: E
Introdução:
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I do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself, because it
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Makes me feel like a real man to hold hegemony over my business, and I
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I refuse to be abused by the milieu of wistful decay
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Besides I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me
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Like they've done today
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The lady from the block hunched over on the stoop
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With her withered old titty out,
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Sayin' I've been rolled so many times, it's just
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Feeding the pigeons
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Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by the leg
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While his mother's playing two wooden flutes
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I want to repo some fugitive air
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To escape this street's vagary aesthetic
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Has anybody here seen my old friend blob?
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Oh, has anybody seen where he's gone?
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What he thinks I owe him is his former life
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But how can I unmake someone else's mistakes?
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I guess I was his anti-hero
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The bitter word on his lips
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I hope I never feel a terror like
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When you've discovered your autonomy had flipped
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I feel like I possess only the bad aspects
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Of invisibility, but none of the good ones
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Are we walking mausoleums of scented rotting flesh?
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Mother always liked you best
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Liked your teeth upon her breast
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Paint him with the oils from the eyes of street cats
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Through some shitty witchcraft
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And apply it to their brows and genitalia
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I had no idea how deeply I wounded you
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But I don't need no forgiveness
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And no level of contrition will ever do
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at the 3rd, 5th, and 7th frets, but it sounds great if you
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acoustic guitar track, and that's what he's playing. Focus
on the descending root notes on the A string like he does.