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Silent kid, no one to remind you
You've got no hip, no reels to remind you
Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you
Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone
This is the city life
This is the city life
Come on, let's talk about leaving
Come on now, talk about your family
Your sister's cursed, your father's all damned guest
Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra
Silent kid, don't listen to them
Hand me the drumstick, snare kick, blues call upon I lose myself in shame
Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside until five hours later, I'm chewing
Screwing myself with my hand