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I think i'll go home and mull this over |
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Before i cram it down my throat |
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At long last it's crashed, its colossal mass |
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Has broken up into bits in my moat. |
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Lift the mattress off the floor |
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Walk the cramps off |
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Go meander in the cold |
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Hail to your dark skin |
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Hiding the fact you're dead again |
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Undeneath the power lines seeking shade |
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Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason |
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It's a luscious mix of words and tricks |
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That let us bet when you know we should fold |
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On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped |
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And of the whole mess of roads we're now on. |
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Hold your glass up, hold it in |
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Never betray the way you've always known it is. |
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One day i'll be wondering how |
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I got so old just wondering how |
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I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow. |
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This is way beyond my remote concern |
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Of being condescending |
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All these squawking birds won't quit. |
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Building nothing, laying bricks. |
