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I'm empty again and I look at my room and I'm bored to the bones and I'm sad and I smile I can't really laugh and I cant really cry. I think it's this summer that makes me this way and I think it's these walls and I just want to say, I'm empty again and I can't name the cause or the need to find words - to explain. This is the noise that I make when I fall to the ground without making a sound. These great big buildings are staring at me and this great big city is staring at me and I stare right back at these great buildings and say - I should be ok 'cause its a beatiful city and the people are kind and its a beutiful city everything's real and smells like the underground. This is the noise that I make... I got to a taxi, spoke to the driver says his a poet, plays the guitar thinks that he's Elvis, thinks he's a star. He says I've got eyes more or less like a cat, says I've got lives more or less about nine, says he believes we're all God's children in a beutiful city where the people are kind. this is the noise that I make...