I got a blue plastic cup for my ice tea I got a stool with an ashtray and my smokes on The vision box is turned down low while a record plays on the phono I got working hand blisters While my curls disappear from my perm I have extraordinary powers of imagination Sometimes I discreetly use a little deception When I say it just isn't fair Still nobody cares I got the expensive powder stains on my mirror I got a six pack decaying away in the ice box Can't get to sleep cos of my dogs continuous barking My fingers are covered with nicotine stains I just want to know who contrivance this thing called pain So I just reach for a straw and reality slips away When I say it just isn't fair Still nobody cares I got a yellow streak running down my spine I have this incredible fright about dying I got intense soul searching eyes I have a strong will to cry Everytime I think about no longer being alive When I say it just isn't fair Still nobody caresBirth sign: Aquarius
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