.Pigment pale and figure frail
I feel your hand tremble in my hand
As you rest your head on the motel bed
Asking what's left behind
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for the playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomac.
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