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I'll just keep on stumbling Right now it feels too humbling To tell you what I want And the cities feeling queer and crass With beer cans growing blazing grass To look like something new Whoa-whoa-whoa Oooh-oooh-oooh Whoa-whoa-whoa And I know that you love me But I'm just too damn hungry For loving that I don't need And I know that you like my shoes If you wish you could count for every inch And every ounce of everything that you leak And you'll die by the time you're thirty Oooh-oooh-oooh Whoa-whoa-whoa Slithering snakes in garden rakes Don't got what it takes To give you what you need Oooh-oooh-oooh Whoa-whoa-whoa Oooh-oooh-oooh Oooh-oooh-oooh