Rho Cancri

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From this one, happens on a pithy table
It's often there on South Street
Two-way out on all the seekings
On all the tapped two-way outs
Figure it out, two-way apple
Two waves to their sampler
I know, I know, I know, I know
But no one knows
We throw away how
You dripped for dry at the sea gull
Through this way too long
You spent out and
It's crying out for more
It's crying out for more
It's crying out for more
It's crying out
If you sigh, it will die
From this one, happens on a suicide
A suicide made this Sunday
Into no outersphere

Everything is right as can be
If I knew, then I'd show
If I'd breathe, I'd probably go to hell
For lack of a better word