The cops arrived before we expected them. In the middle of the night. Me and my baby were at it again. In the middle of the night. They threw gas through the windows.
Call it love. Call it whatever you want. No words exists. No words exists that are completely adequate. So call it whatever you want.
In a marketplace
Where I finished playing
I stood tired and cold behind the stage and relaxed
When I heard someone mumble quite quietly
And a man with a small dog
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