We are nothing more than
Blowing dust
We can't do much
Still try to
achieve something
be something, and I
I'm a petty thief
I love her crumbs
When she finds me again
By the side of the road
She polishes me up with
What she says
She can have me
/>She already has me, and I
I'm a petty thief
I love her crumbs
I love her devils
She puts on her new boots
Everything has its place
I stand next to the table

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