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The gray person disputes the other’s clotheshorse stature 
       just send us some water maybe 
herding him onto the escalator for a last roll 
       and bitter, bitter is its taste 

We don’t pay contributors 
       just send us some water maybe 
We’ll talk about the new flatness 
       and bitter, bitter is its taste 

I’ll probably be sleeping with you sometime between now and next week 
       just send us some water maybe 
I haven’t made a threat that the army hasn’t carried out 
       and bitter, bitter is its taste 

Meaningless an April day hungers for its model a drawstring 
       just send us some water maybe 
Billboards empty of change rattle along beside 
       and bitter, bitter is its taste 

Somewhere between here and the Pacific the time got screwed up 
       just send us some water maybe