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letra de salinger - midwestern dirt

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oh, esme, don’t you lean on
dirty statues overdue to be cleaned
and why don’t you tell me
what you really mean?

’cause he will follow you down the street and
think it all so sweet
but it’s not, just leave a message
written with your feet

through a haze of smoke, i call to you with a
condescending voice
but your tired smile slowly fades
when given the choice

but you lay on your back and you pray
for a pilgrim to come and take you away
but no one is coming for you
better find your jesus before your life is through

and you’ve been saying lately that
“the city is a mystery to me”
and “i’ve seen snakes
climbing out of trees”

but my dear, i would argue that
like a fractured sea
it gives and it takes
equally

and now, you wait for a ghost to call you on the phone
but he can’t
he’s less real than the smoke
from your cigarette

and she says, “who cares if i’m on a pack a day?
i had heard him say, “what difference does it make?”
’cause after he fell on that bullet so quick
there is nothing left that can make me sick”

- midwestern dirt

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