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El Paso
Balcony in El Paso
Cigarette butts grace my balcony
And the remains of a dead pigeon seem somewhat poetic
The life form that scurries around below
Is a misture of Tex-Mex and trailer park trash
I know you - 'cause I used to live here, too
Guess that makes you just like me
That make you wonder about yourself?
I don't know why
I'm here but I can't stay
The more things change
The more they stay the strange
Sittin' here on this plane
Watchin' the empty faces crawl past me
You know they all seem to have ingested
That same melancholy pill
Instead of warm, fuzzy and safe
They seem cold and judgmental
Little conversations come in and out of audio focus
It's all in slow motion but somehow moving at the