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Mountain Goats The On Juhu Beach

hotel, twenty dollars a night nineteen seventy-two, sun yellow and bright too exhausted to think or to talk young boys from bangledesh breakdancing on

thirty story hotel overlooking the sea friends on either arm supporting me it's hard to walk now but i will go down somehow i'm going down the old road

dont like going to the doctor. i don't like looking at the mirror. i like looking out the window, watching the waves break. do i have to hit you over