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                            UNDER MY BELT - The Broadways
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By: robSUX@beer.com

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Count these days, seems like i ran a marathon, more like a cigarette-a-thon, a 3 monthday.

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6 more lanes all this concrte seems irrational, ive never felt so unatural, i watch exhast blow.

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i see that your dead behind you eyes, all this convenience could never fill the hold that

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ive dug inside, real things seem hard to find.

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Armed to the teeth, lets kill off all the animals, be the only species not extince, and we’ll

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have a feast. People seem so strange, its like theyve all been zombified, blurred

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streetlights fill my crying eyes.


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I grew some food from th ground, one thing that made sense in a world that seems so

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fucking upside down. washed away this winers reocurring dream

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                    of feeling, lost and incomple.

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Lost and incomplete

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Another winter under my belt.....

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Strip malls they bury cornfields, alcohol is burrying me, cut off while my hearts still

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beating. all these stupid games with their fancy names, they’ll never make you free.

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They’ll make you numb...they dotn mean anything.

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