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Call me up on a hot summer evening Maybe I'll answer your letters Call me up on a hot summer spring Maybe I'll answer your letters Driving a bus in Ontario And cutting hair in the back For dead drifters and dead school boys For fifty cents and a cigarette or some meth Cooking dust in your mamas oven Breakin' bones at minimum wages Mangled wires sit in a clump on the floor Answer the door for the customer Staying up late later than I should I like destroying things just because they're good Wish you'd meet me at school so I don't have to go home I'm scared of my bed and the voice in my room It talks from the foot of my bed in the night I wish it would go when I turn out the light But it stays I wish you would kiss me on the lids of my eyes Because as long as they're closed I can ignore the size


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