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Banging in fevered ports

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud

I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker

My lover was free

I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble

I just want to own something (young dirty street)

I can sleep with anything and more

Stripped women stripped men

I fall instead of him

I'm useless in the light fo the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got

Nobody feels your tongue

Nobody sees you run

Nobody sees you make

Nobody knows your face

Love lives your whim

I'm stripped instead of him

I'm harmless in the light of the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got

Nobody sees me old

Nobody feels me cold

Nobody lives my whim

Nobody knows you're him

I roam this head I carm what's left

I hide myself from her love

Nothing make me older

But the birthmark on your back

But making babies in the fields

And the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the fields

Makes me older

Banging in fenceposts

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me

I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble

I just want to own something (old dirty earth)

I can sleep with anything and more

'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the field

Nothing makes me older;

Nothing makes me live my life but you

And that mark on your back making babies

In the field