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I cAmame down here to sell the drugs you lFeft beneath your bCed I cGame down here to bEmend my crooked sFoul
And I wAmish you'd have the decency to tFell me what they sCaid 'Cause wGorry walks beEmside me as you kFnow
Oh and Amif I was a fiCghter, then a figFhter I would Cbe But the mGore I fight, the mEmore I'm foFught
Oh and Amif I was a saCilor, I would sFail across the sCea But the mGore I dream, the mEmore I know I'm nFot
The cats upon the rooftop weeps, the winter stole the sun The hour's come of which the poets feed And I guess that I must stab the eye of someone who's in charge I say: the more I stab, the less I bleed Oh and if I was a painter, I would paint the snow all green I'd stroke the sky to cover up the grey Oh and if I was a waiter, I'd be waitin' for the spring 'Cause worry walks beside me every day I guess that I could love you even when my heart is faint But I did not come to kiss your broken bones You'll hear the sound of whistles blowing deep within the wind The whistleblower's come to take his home Oh and if I was a drinker, I would drink away the blue But the more I drink, the thirstier I get Oh and if I was a runner, I would run my way to you 'Cause worry's walked beside me since you left