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Banging in fevered ports
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud
I can sleep in mud
I was a kind of hooker
My lover was free

I dont speak I ramble he was a gamble
I just want to own something (young dirty street)
I can sleep with anything and more

Stripped women stripped men
I fall instead of him
Im useless in the light fo the distance
I could break you for all the right reasons
I could hate you but what have I got

Nobody feels your tongue
Nobody sees you run
Nobody sees you make
Nobody knows your face

Love lives your whim
Im stripped instead of him
Im harmless in the light of the distance
I could break you for all the right reasons
I could hate you but what have I got

Nobody sees me old
Nobody feels me cold
Nobody lives my whim
Nobody knows youre him

I roam this head I carm whats left
I hide myself from her love
Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back
But making babis in the fields
And the birthmark on your shoulder
Making babies in the fields
Makes me older

Banging in fenceposts
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud
I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me

I dont sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble
I just want to own something (old dirty earth)
I can sleep with anything and more

cause the birthmark on your shoulder
Making babies in the field
Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me live my life but you
And that mark on your back making babies
In the field