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The funeral procession passed by here today |
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Confusion and questions left strewn in its wake |
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But I feel like I knew his pain |
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A mechanical failure while enduring the norm |
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Some of us fracture, others simply deform |
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And lose their elasticity |
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Never to return |
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To the shape they were |
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I wonder which is worse |
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I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity |
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Resigned to the truth that I will not live to see |
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The dawn of a better day |
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That might wash away |
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The sadness of this age |
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I try to keep the voices calling me at bay |
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Desperately clinging to any futile act of human decency |
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The voices love to remind me of |
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My futility, sitting on my hands |
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Hoping anyone else than |
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Me will do what should be done |
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It's hard not to succumb as they |
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Call my name |
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You gotta keep on truckin' anyways |