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THE FIRE WILL PUT ITSELF OUT
No one won by casting out their oars
into the river. It has heard us all before.
No wonder, throwing up our hands over the rain,
over the bow that ties the sky.
How I wonder how long I can hedge here.
Overlooking, overstaying on the edge.
Ooo, I'm not that lonely.
Ooo, I'm not that lonely.
Day by day, you live like it's your last life.
Bit by bit, we always let the bed bite.
Little moon, I'm sure you'd make a fine wife.
Night and day, look who becomes the barfly.
Tears, tears, tears, come out to play.
Tears, tears, tears, climb out your face.
Ooo, I'm not that lonely.
Ooo, I'm not that lonely.
Ooo, I'm not that lonely.
Ooo, I'm not that lonely.
DAS - Brooklyn, New york, USA
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