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Banging in fevered ports

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud

I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker

My lover was free



I dont speak I ramble he was a gamble

I just want to own something (young dirty street)

I can sleep with anything and more



Stripped women stripped men

I fall instead of him

Im useless in the light fo the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got



Nobody feels your tongue

Nobody sees you run

Nobody sees you make

Nobody knows your face



Love lives your whim

Im stripped instead of him

Im harmless in the light of the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got



Nobody sees me old

Nobody feels me cold

Nobody lives my whim

Nobody knows youre him



I roam this head I carm whats left

I hide myself from her love

Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back

But making babis in the fields

And the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the fields

Makes me older



Banging in fenceposts

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me



I dont sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble

I just want to own something (old dirty earth)

I can sleep with anything and more



cause the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the field

Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me live my life but you

And that mark on your back making babies

In the field

Banging in fevered ports

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud

I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker

My lover was free



I dont speak I ramble he was a gamble

I just want to own something (young dirty street)

I can sleep with anything and more



Stripped women stripped men

I fall instead of him

Im useless in the light fo the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got



Nobody feels your tongue

Nobody sees you run

Nobody sees you make

Nobody knows your face



Love lives your whim

Im stripped instead of him

Im harmless in the light of the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got



Nobody sees me old

Nobody feels me cold

Nobody lives my whim

Nobody knows youre him



I roam this head I carm whats left

I hide myself from her love

Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back

But making babis in the fields

And the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the fields

Makes me older



Banging in fenceposts

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me



I dont sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble

I just want to own something (old dirty earth)

I can sleep with anything and more



cause the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the field

Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me live my life but you

And that mark on your back making babies

In the field

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