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coke in your nose drink in your hand
				      placate with a smile then pilot away
				      oh give me the sun give me free pills
				      vacate my heart so desperate and cruel
				      my nefarious pet with ill-mannered supply
				      an ascetic touch and inflicted past
				      I'm gonna do nothing -- maybe watch TV
				      when you get home we'll fight believe me
				      you best believe me you better believe me
				      this crushing betrayal enslaved to your doubts
				      you radiate distress as the mirth walks out
				      barren by waste that bruise on your face
				      quenched from within christ I feel so out of 
				      place feel so out of place
feel so out of place
feel so out of place
feel so out of place
©2014, Timothy James Swenson