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| Turn me away from the events of the day The notes that I read are enough The postman merely shrugs as I offer him drugs Pretending he's some kind of McGruff But beauty belies the stir in my thighs And pursues a perplexing slump Dontcha know it's no use to tighten that noose Or to build your house on my dump Because I'm dying, dying, death-defying Sliding through shattered glass The landlord lady's looking shady When she tosses me out on my ass |