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There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations making sure their makeups straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.
She was a really cool kisser and she wasnt all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasnt all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but shes tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear but tonight its like its stuck between stations
On the radio
The devil and John Berryman took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington talking to the river.
He said Ive surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers. But big heads
with soft bodies make for lousy lovers.
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didnt so he died.
She said Youre pretty good with words but words wont save your life. and they
didnt so he died.
He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but hes tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention.
These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.
Piano solo
We drink, we dry up then we crumble to dust
We get wet we corrode we get covered in rust