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Black out the address
Reuse the envelope
Thirty-nine cents
Will we reach forty?
Light a candle
and burn the girl annually
and breathe in her ashes
to make your soul black
Loving is hard
Loving is hard
Loving is hard
But I don't have the answer
Maybe I don't heart New York
And maybe you have no
California love
I guess we're both
Gulf Coast niggaz
for life
Dirty South
But will we win the battle?
Empty whisky bottle
in my parking lot
It got poured down
the internet
They fail to see
the humor in everything
in the heart of darkness,
the true wasteland
Loving is hard
Loving is hard
Loving is hard
But I don't have the answer