Streets damp from warmth Empty smell, metal Weeds between buildings Pictures on my hard drive But I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy, ooo Steam under floor Shards by the mirror's frame Clouds green and low No sign, no nothing now But I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy All the pages that have turned All the errors left unlearned, oh But I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy In the world Not me Not me
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