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Metermaids
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Matchbooks
This morning cigarette tasted like last night, and last night like the one before.
I made my bed in the morning when I woke up.
I picked my clothes up off the floor.
I wrote the train like a ghost in the graveyard.
I walked the streets like a criminal son.
I pulled my hat real low.
I had apologies for everyone.
I wish I could make this city silent.
I wished that all I can hear is my breath.
I would lay myself down on the sidewalk.
Let the city whisper secrets as I slept.
I called my sister up on distance, to see if she remembered me now that shes grown.
Her laugh sounded just like our mothers, and I wished that I was going home.
Its gonna get so much better, everybody is gonna get their turn.
Count the matches thats left in the matchbook, one of these is gonna burn.
Its gonna get so much better, everybody is gonna get their turn.
Count the matches thats left in the matchbook, one of these is gonna burn.
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