It's been raining with reluctance it barely wets the ground but with your umbrella and steel galoshes on, you're warm and dry and sound and it's been quite an evening as you put another down sitting solo in the corner like a stranger in this town and you smoke like a girl and there's no way to cure it you measure the width of the world before jumping into it you've been sitting sad and lonely with a smug grin on your face and as each wayward comment comes your way you spit on the speakers feet and you've been silent and dragging on the same wet cigarette burning out each match before you even get a chance to light it

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