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sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse |
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a half cooked idea or a trick to be used |
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then sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and stark |
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waving in the wind like a flag that's torn apart |
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but we all walk blindy when we stagger and we strut |
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and we're all dealt the hands with the cards of our luck |
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and we all bow down silent and the words are awe struck |
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by the shameless light of the broken afternoon |
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i went walking in the night all alone |
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darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone |
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and the solitary biting at the thoughts inside my head |
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and the words came slowly and the unborn dream said |
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that we all lose the path to the black and the blue |
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but we are come back slackly to the tried and the true |
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we'll all come together, though it's never too soon |
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we'll all see the light, of the broken afternoon |
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in the scientific evening jesus left too soon |
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trading his last dollar for a dirty motel room |
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cause he gave all of his riches before he knew what he had |
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money isn't evil and people aren't bad |
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now we all just descend out to the mud and the dirt |
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and we all go insane from the pain and the hurt |
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and all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moon |
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and we'll all wake up clear from the broken afternoon |
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i used to be young but i'm not old now |
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the shimmering passing of you scotty pal? |
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the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain |
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as a sail in the wind or an empty garden space |
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and we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawn |
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and we're all fit to fail til the future's finally won |
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yeah we're all faintly waiting for the young bride to bloom |
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in the shuttering light of the broken afternoon |