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10 Plays
To hold the t.v. to my lips, the air so packed with cash
then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms’ tracks
and watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot
god the lyrics to this song and his phrasing are incredible
old nyc punk rockers were so smart
richard hell and the voidoids - blank generation
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