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Where is the one
Who will mourn me when I'm gone
Who will pour water on my bed of dirt
Who will breathe fire on my neck at night
I heard someone say
There's a chance that I will meet her
I could be perse-
phone and she demeter
To pull me from the underground that I call home
Her name is no one...
She blinds me with her eyes 'cause she's
The one, the one
She lives somewhere not here...
My lovers are as smooth
As a politician's tongue
The more I look for goodness
The more that I find none
I heard someone say,
That she's honest and good...
Her name is no one no one no one...
I measure out my days
With sips of a Corona
I'm pretty sure she drives
An old fucked up Corolla
To pull me from the underground
That I call home
I've a funny feeling
There's no chance that I will meet her
so I'll measure out my nights
To my metronome's meter
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