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Bittersweet Times,
New Recruit Lines,
Standin in Front of a Mirror.
And If you Need Me,
I'll be out on the street,
I'm thinking of leaving for good.

I'm a bagger boy,
in a strip mall.
Strip me down,
I'll bare it all.
I'll bare it all.
I'm getting acquianted with this appetite.
I never used to get this tired.

And if you go,
and if you go,
go for it all.
But cut your losses at the Boulevard.
This town's never seemed so small.