I
Never ends this August
Such a cold and honest
In this month we learned the bitter bitter truth
I have long hated
Never lived, and waited
But now I know who beat out luck from my hands
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Who's the lowlife?
I'm a lowlife and madman
Kill me with a penknife
I will not stand in the bullpen
II
I could lie in a dark room
But I felt your parfum
So I got up and went to this pungent smell
When you saw my reflection
The beginning of affection
Why do we all suffer from your own lies?