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Twisted and bended, police apprehended
You walked with your feet, to me, I was tended
Piano strings beaten, you walked to the street and
I was there waiting for you and just thinkin'
what could they say if I could still speak
concluded is nothing they ripped off my beak
shaking and crying your father is sighing
You think you are living but we say your dieing

the trash can is to full
don't throw anything in there
I am not that dis-configured
please do not stare
your eyes are a sea of
blue and green strings,
nothing is is sweeter than
your voice to sing