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There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane |
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And it isn't even Christmas |
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He sees a note in the obituary |
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That his last friend has died |
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There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold |
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As they go to shop for cigarettes |
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And she spends her last dollar |
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For a bottle of vodka for tonight |
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And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes |
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You can never get out of the line of sight |
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Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green |
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Like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve |
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Every day I wander in negative disposition as I'm bombarded by superlatives |
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Realizing very well that I am not alone |
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Introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation but I'm thinking altruistically |
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And a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone |
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And I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart |
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We just haven't got time to crack the maze |
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Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells |
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A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve, 1, 2 |
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I try to close my eyes |
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But I cannot ignore the stimuli |
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If there's a purpose for us all, it remains a secret to me |
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Don't ask me to justify my life |
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'Cause I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes |
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You can never get out of the line of sight |
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Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells |
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A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve |
