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Salt in my eyes, stinging my brain. |
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It's been forty odd days since we've been clean. |
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Crawl in the cave looking for light but the ceiling descends and still it's dark. |
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Hey there, don't declare optimist it's clear you resist. |
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I try all the time to get it right and still it persists. |
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Touched that you think I'm a heartless old crank and there's things that I've done to convict me of that. |
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Try to look out eyes straight and fast but I've struggled of late, my head in the past. |
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Hey there, don't despair get in the cave. |
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We live day and night to find the right sort of light. |
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Bored of the truth I return to my youth, drinking Breaker at night in the cold Duchess light. |
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Out by the fence there's a shout that I'm dead. |
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Get me out of this place, I'll take casuals another day. |
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All gates are locked, there's no way I can walk and the paths that I took led me into the swamp. |
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Even this trusty accomplice gets rusty, |
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I'm not being cruel but your brain never ruled. |
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I've seen the trauma of lives that were squandered but I'm not to blame for showing restraint. |
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Hey there, don't declare optimist. |
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I try every night to get it right. |
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And still. |
