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At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waiving a cigarette Jeleous of the drag she is nursing to be touching her lips, to be touching her lips Concrete sweats and groans sets apart a path for steps A track she's been digging in and i feel like I've been singing in Back up, Back up A kind word can only save me for a while I know I know this is what you want Back up back up depressions a fashipn going out of style If this is what you want, then whatcha want me to say? If we're born dying what's the use in trying? Maybe someday, maybe someday Well thats just a childish dream, but you gotta believe I saw him the other day feeding the birds down off the parkway And I swear he smiled at me Dont wanna spend my whole life lacking for love in all the wrong places Dont wanna spend my whole life thinking about what we could've done better |