Blown

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My heart is blown
Like a tire, like an amplifier
Like a plastic bag way up past the telephone wire
My heart is blown

Well, at least I'm bleached
Like a John on speed
In the alley by the dirty gay club
In a city with no readily available love
My heart is blown



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Writer(s): Ezra Furman
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