when god's beauty's gone

you gotta make your goddamned own

i've always got all these glasses

of water going everywhere warm

and ready to drink more from

he told me that tea will cure aids

and if you got cancer, all you need

is a nice hot bowl of tomato soup

i'd climb the mountains if i had

any worth shouting from them

but my words lately are ugly

the way i move is even worse

and like everyone else i gotta

carry my own ugliness with me

wherever i go that's gotta be

why we wear these kind of clothes

all the time

she wasn't listening

but he never said anything

and it worked out just fine

like leaves leaving the trees

when it's cold and dark

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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