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My Childhood Is Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets. Streets To Define You And Streets To Confine You, With No Sign Of Motorway, Freeway Or Highway.

I Can Chase You, And I Can Catch You, But There Is Nothing I Can Do To Make You Mine.

I Smoke 'cos I'm Hoping For An Early Death And I Need To Cling To Something.

Can You Squeeze Me Into An Empty Page Of Your Diary And Psychologically Save Me?

I Find Shoes Difficult To Be Ethical About.