STUART AND THE AVE.

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Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue.  Ripping up my transfer and a 
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photograph of you.  You are a blur of my dead past and rotting existence.  As I stand 
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laughing on the corner of insignificance.

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Well destiny is dead.  In the hands of bad luck.  Before it might've made some sense, 
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but now it's all fucked up.

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Season change as well as minds and I'm a two-face clown.  You're mummy's little 
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nightmare driving daddy's car around.  I'm beat down and half brain dead the long lost 
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king of fools.  I may be dumb but I'm not stupid enough to stay with you.

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Well destiny is dead.  In the hands of bad luck.  Before it might've made some sense, 
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but now it's all fucked up.

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Well destiny is dead.  In the hands of bad luck.  Before it might've made some sense, 
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but now it's all fucked up.  We're all fucked up.  You're all fucked up.