8.Not Up To You
salt grips the road awaits his lift again street orange glow
shades the odds against one
more sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick one extra kiss who's to
know whatever not up
to me not up to you swings don't swing the parks been dead for
years how do you
know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on
freaks fresh summer
peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know
whatever not up
to me not up to you the street's so long where she lost her
pocket purse kept the last
picture of the man she committed first cracked windscreen rain
french murder play
junk take away tired street parades who's to know whatever
whatever not up to me
not up to you
not up to anything we do
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