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I'm barefoot, bristling 
Solitude 
On my rooftop, solid 
So like this come of stars 
Staring at me 
Who's out there? 
I can see the girl 
Across the way 
She can't see me 
And I touch myself 
With just a little bit of confusion 
But I'm all alone 
And that's all that matters 
  
It's the chance 
I'm taking 
It's the danger I like 
  
Within this 
Euphoric kind of feeling 
It's just a sex high 
There ain't no waterfalls 
There ain't no grassy grass here 
Just a casual nod 
And basketball 
I don't mind 
Cause I'm still alive 
  
All thoughts and feelings 
Under my ceiling 
  
This city 
Hangs a sensual tension 
This city 
Screams for more affection 
Hitting it from all directions 
Just a kid 
With the past of a grown man 
  
Sold my sex 
In public places 
To junked out fags 
With yellow eyes 
Running 
For their Times Square lives 
Hit the river, swim in shit 
But never 
Tried to open my eyes 
In the dark 
I see dead young faces 
Fix me up 
And keep your Zen

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