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Regression Under the Spell (Please Critique)

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These are song lyrics. Just wrote them. Might revise them. I'd appreciate any and all input.

I never seem to know where I am
What do we call this strange geography?
I've never seen it all, rarely escape the world
beyond these walls of suburbia
and it's inexhaustible decline

I've never been to the West Coast
Not that I care, there's too many
people there
Give me the crowded anonimity of New Jersey
Anyday, I think...

I'm heading home, to I don't know where
And just like so many kids, I dont care
I'll just pick up and let down when I need a break
We go out looking for America or to see the world
And if it's not our job than it's usually our girl
Or a man that's insecure when he's alone
They're all the same, They're all the same
It's the same old spell playing the same old game
We can't decide between freedom and the short and dead
end road thats always calling us back home


Learned about the Midwest from
the lyrics of Uncle Tupelo
It always seemed so rustic, a rural
kingdom of broken dreams

It's just like the junk-sick girl in Red Hook
in Brooklyn
She don't know what she lost, but she's always looking
And the tears flow free like wine
and the saliva between her teeth

Can't seem to get started when the day never seems to end
I'd like to get to dreaming but it seems I've lost my head
I'd like to think I'm catching up, but there's not a chance
in hell
I'd like to think it's living, but it's just
Regression under the spell...