| I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.
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| I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.
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| I don’t know what’s going to cure my unsettled stomach.
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| Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk;
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| their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.
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| Their minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity.
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| I’ll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
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| White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
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| I want to smash them all.
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| Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde college girls out for a
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| jog.
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| Saint Augustine, shine your light down on me!
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| Pop hits from the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars.
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| I am met with arms crossed under dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief.
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| I’ll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
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| White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
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| I want to smash them all.
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| Eaves-dropping in on conversation, I wander aimless leering at strangers.
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| Strung out on the amphetamines that you gave to me.
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| Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels,
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| you realize that you’re talking to yourself.
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| Cannon fire explodes out over the bay.
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| I’ll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
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| White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
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| Looking for context and perspective, looking for some kind of distraction.
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| White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
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| I want to smash them all. |