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We eat the crumbs from off the table

And try to remember

The old gods

But we can't even remember why we

Think we should remember

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WE ARE SO UNHAPPY

( is that it ? )

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I always look around & think

I am in a ***** house or someplace weird

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Aren't people suppossed to be moral

( or something like that ? )

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The only gods I seem to barely remember

Are the Coney Island Freaks

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The bearded lady

You know

THOSE gods !

THE REAL GODS !

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I remember walking the streets of Greenwich Village  

We knew everyone was a god & therefore we loved life

And lived in joy

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But all the old gods are gone

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I can't seem to always remember why I should care

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You look so beautiful when you are free

I remember when you still made love

And there were no strangers

And no need

To travel around in UFO's

Talking dumb **** about salvation !


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Yeah

I knew you'd pop up in the story somewhere !

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Oh reality !

Here we come !


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