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Curt Smith
where do i go?
my sutured mind post-oped and drykeeps slowly does it time
impaled by trust shot up with your
four in the morning eyes
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
she's drifting round my barren ground
breaks slowly cold or crazed
these dust dead eyes are focused far
behind these summer days
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
and will i come of age
make your day
be precious and contrived
or will i blow you all away
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
where do i go
my sutured mind post-oped and dry
keeps slowly does it time