Justine never knew the rules
Hung down with the freaks and ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it, to see
That we don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust, I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of now
As you see, there's no one around
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