"Well, call me if you want to talk
There's a telephone on your wall
And the reasons are many and not too far apart
If there's some blood left in your heart
Difference is time
It's the best prison waiting in line
Difference is time
It's yours and it's especially mine...
It's hard to stand on my feet
With this weight of vagrancy
I've been trying to tell the difference
Between the road and my street..."
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