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I've been away too long
There's the tree that I used to climb
Call in at One Stop
Put my things in a long line
I love the streets here at night

I'm gonna write what I know
Things I ain't known for a long time
I met the real John Cale
He had no words, but I don't mind
I packed the stage while he ate rice

I rip myself on
I rip myself off
Imagining from the block
Imagining
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna hold?
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?

I'm gonna write what I know
Kick around on the big brown
So the lies I tell
Send me up, and I can't get down
I'm wearing big grass to town

I rip myself on
I rip myself off
Imagining
Imagining from the block
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna hold?
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna hold? Why?
Why wouldn't I wanna meet you?
Why wouldn't I wanna hold?
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna hold you?
Why?

I've never been a believer
Oh, I really wanna hold
Oh, I really wanna hold ya
Oh, I really wanna hold ya, why?

I'll never do it again unless you wanna do it again