| 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 slept 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 |