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02 MARIA
passing by the lion's face
this park always looked the same
ever since I moved into
that little basement room
City Fresh a circus tent
a beacon of exploding rent
tote bags brimming with the stuff
of errands in the cold
I'm never far
still running laps around the park
Maria, my
Maria's always on my mind
tiny dogs in winter coats
hurry through the clouds of smoke
a druggy talking to himself
he's putting on a play
everybody else pretends
children on the jungle gym
and old men with the circle frames
we all just look away
I'm never far
still running laps around the park
Maria, my
Maria's always on my mind
pining from my basement room
catching up and photo shoots
parties on the crooked roof
ladder to the sky
roof tacos and tinder dates
playing shows and working plays
acid trips at Nova’s place
howling at the night
Maria by my side...
I'm never far
still running laps around the park
Maria, my
Maria's always on my mind