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I'm drunk on puddles laying thick inside the gutters lined with leavesand some unfortunate fourth grader's math homework flew awayand I'm set on sinking sure of nothing short of flapjacks stacked highin the morning we'll have breakfast and by these rules I choose to live and dieso sweet the water from the faucet drips into the bowlwhere porcelain lovers brace the curves of where I put my cerealand I'm carving marble with the marks left by my bootscasting shadows unsuccessful in their efforts to go where I dont moveand I will leave you in the springtime send your letters to Coloradoand so your bridges mock the water bragging strength and spilling wideand underground your tunnels hum with trains that trust the tracks they rideand I will leave you in the springtime when your flowers bloomand windows open to busy streets so full of people passing byI'll be sad to say all of these goodbyesbut I'll never know just what it means to be in your arms when the birds are singingand the sun is brighter than before and the heat is all there is to breathI'm going home to someone that I once knewthe licorice lips of women kept in stockings and skirts too highhonk after cars of business men still breathing air but not aliveand the Jezebels and jokermen paint colours on eighth avenueand I'm chasing cracks on sidewalk paths to know I can still moveand I will leave you in the springtime send your letters to Coloradowhere I'll bewhere I'll bewhere I'll be Aus Songtexte Mania