When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in
I don't need to walk around in circles
When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything And when the gas runs out just wreck it, you insured the thing
But I can't sigh now that you made the move It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor For the right price I can get everything Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star
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