| Lower Eastside tourist, out of your depth
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| Seem to need alcohol more than you need breath
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| Drinking on the company, phony smile confusion
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| Bone and blood illusion, where to go
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| Happy you can’t focus, no love at all
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| Alcohol and exhaustion
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| Hunger and revulsion
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| What’s beyond human?
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| What’s beyond moving?
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| People come and people go
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| Slip through your fingers
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| Can’t stop the flow
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| Lower Eastside tourist: the trash you throw away
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| Think someone will save you or stand in your way or watch your decay
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| Turn into hunted prey or a dumb cliché
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| People come and people go
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| Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow
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| Slam the door behind you
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| Vaporizers, tranquilizers
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| Leave your toys behind you
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| For the light-house or for the blind spot
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| Slam the door behind you and wear a blindfold
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| So you can’t see yourself disappear
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| People come and people go
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| Decks loaded, watching the overflow
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| People come and people go
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| Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow |