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"How's your life?" |
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"How are things?" |
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"Great they're going okay!" |
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Something stale and superficial, |
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not to ruin your day. |
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Something swell, |
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something gay, |
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with the toothiest smile, |
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something sappy, |
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something happy, |
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something smells like bile. |
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I don't want to burst your bubble, |
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not to rain on your parade, |
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underneath my skin I'm tired, |
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limping down this path I've made. |
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The clap of thunder in my veins, |
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breaks on barren manifold, |
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still and small and so mundane, |
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the greatest story ever told. |
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Are you crawling through the dismal? |
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Gray of nothing, |
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frostbite kills. |
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Does this world make light of weaving, |
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shrouds to bury, |
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graves to fill? |
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I am just a kindred spirit, |
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a runner who is running still. |
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Welcome to the longest mile, |
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the most costly thing you'll ever hold, |
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wonderful is the journey, |
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the greatest story ever told. |
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All my dreams are slowly dying. |
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I can count my years in scars. |
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The only one that's never left me, |
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has carried me so very far. |
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I've heard it said that he wastes nothing, |
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so beautiful to behold, |
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the Author of my hope is writing, |
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the greatest story ever told. |
