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There is nothing left here, and here is my resignation
I am destined to be this way
I claw at this cliff and I resist it
I'll pack my bags and film it
I'll send you the tape in the mail
I only ask to be thought of

I offered you my innocence on a silver platter
You carried it across the hall with shaking hands
I had all the hope, all the glamor of life before me
Dionysus as a girl stood on the freeway at midnight