[the main partitions (in the human world) are not those in the topography or in the vegetation but those that are in the minds of people ~ Jean Gottmann]
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweatyAnd I'm barely listening to last demandsI'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneathWhere I amWhere I amI'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chestThat tells your new friends I am a visitor here...I am not permanentAnd the only thing keeping me dry isWhere I amWhere I amWhere I amYou seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complexA stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visitingAnd I am finally seeingWhy I was the one worth leavingWhy I was the one worth leavingD.C. sleeps alone tonightWhere I amWhere I amWhere I amYou seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complexA stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visitingAnd I am finally seingWhy I was the one worth leavingWhy I was the one worth leavingWhere I amWhere I amWhere I amThe district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lightsAnd send the autos swerving into the loneliest eveningAnd I am finally seeingWhy I was the one worth leavingWhy I was the one worth leavingWhy I was the one worth leavingWhy I was the one worth leaving(postal service - the district sleeps alone tonight).
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