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Six euro coins in my pocket i flew to cádiz to start over & realized i ran out of money i went to the socialist hostel & said that iâd work for a room but by noon my throat was all up in knives & i wandered the streets immune to the paella & tortilla iâd come back for a fever was catching in my shoulders i stumble to the maleçon uncontrollably sobbing iâm looking into the sea & iâm wondering if i can beg a man passes by with his daughter & i scare her with mad grief in my eyes i am crying for everything a call to western union for leaving you in london & for wanting to have some kind of home i have here the calling card number memorized itâs a vice âround my brain when you pick up the phone you whisper âcause i left you suddenly you shouldnât let your mama hear you go upstairs to your room shut the door & i ask you with a mouthful of tears for you to say baby to me like you would & if you can buy me a ticket back to you
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