if you want me, you can find me
left of the center off of the strip
in the outskirts,in the fringers
in the corner out of the grip
when they ask me "what are you looking at?"
i always answer "nothing much"
i think they know that, i'm looking at them
i think they think, i must be out of touch
but i'm only,in the outskirts
and in the fringers, on the edge
and off the avenue,and if you want me
you can find me, left of the center
wondering about you
i think that somehow
somewhere inside of us, we must bw similar
if not the same, so i continue
to be wanting you, left of the center against the grain
if you want me, you can find me
left of the center off of the strip
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