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EPITAPH I SLEPT UNDER BRIDGES I LIVED IN MY CAR ALL MY WORLDLY RICHES HAVE GONE UP MY ARM I BELIEVED IN MY HEROES POETS AND GUITARISTS OUTLAWS JUST LIKE I AM WITH JUST AS MANY SCARS. I USED TO BE A WRITER I USED TO THINK I WAS I USED TO READ EVERYTHING I COULD LAY MY HANDS ON JUST BECAUSE I NEVER WAS A STUPID KID I NEVER WAS A CLOWN I’M STILL THINKING SOMEDAY I’M GOING TO WRITE THIS ALL DOWN ALL THIS LIKE: HAD EVERY KIND OF SHIT JOB HAD LOVERS FOR A WHILE BUT LOVERS LEAVE AND JOBS ARE HARD TO KEEP WITH MY LIFESTYLE BECAUSE I SLEPT UNDER BRIDGES I LIVED IN MY CAR FOR A WHILE I RESIDED IN A THREE BY SIX FOOT CELL I’D HAVE TO TELL YOU I PREFERRED IT TO THIS MOST RECENT HELL. CAUSE NOW I’M CRASHING IN AN OLD MUD SHACK WAY ON THE EDGE OF TOWN AND IT’S WINTER IN THE DESERT JACK AND THE SNOW KEEPS ON COMING DOWN AND I’VE GOT ENOUGH LEFT HERE FOR TWO GOOD SHOTS I BELIEVE I’LL DO THEM BOTH IN ONE BECAUSE IT’S ALL I’VE GOT. AND IF YOU THINK THIS IS ROMANTIC YOU THINK YOU WANT A TASTE OF IT COME A LITTLE CLOSER JACK YOU DIDN’T UNDERSTAND IT YET BECAUSE IT’S WINTER IN THE DESERT AND THE SNOW KEEPS ON COMING DOWN AND IF I SHOULD FALL ASLEEP TONIGHT WELL I AIN’T LOST BUT I MAY NEVER BE FOUND. AND I’LL BE NOBODY’S HERO AND I’LL LEAVE NOTHING BEHIND SOME CHICK I KNEW YEARS AGO MAY PUT MY EPITAPH TO RHYME BUT THAT’S ALL AND IF YOU THINK THAT IS ROMANTIC THINK YOU WANT A TASTE OF IT COME A LITTLE CLOSER JACK YOU DIDN’T UNDERSTAND IT YET. Spring
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