"It's the Water" - Narrows

In the air, a stale taste of concrete.

On my back.

Broken place where I sleep.

Two hands, brings my world to me.

Wash them.

In gutter water from the street.

Long Haul.

Long Haul.

Long Haul.

feels warm tonight heat from a radio.

Tucked in sleep tight tomorrow starts.

Another fucking curse.

Another fucking curse.

Another fucking curse.

Another fucking curse.

Myself by myself.

Myself by myself.

Myself by myself.

Myself…

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