For the price of a cup of love.

Oh Fucking cold, the heartless colder.
Tearing at my last and only cover
Shook shaken with the hardest weather
Not here, can’t see, from lowest stature.
Go on, go on you snob, keep walking
Don’t get caught sneakily looking
don’t bother with your measily money
My mortgage is a nose that’s running.

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