| I used to be a better man.
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| But the regret came, and here I am.
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| I used to walk outside my door.
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| But I don’t go outside anymore.
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| When will they carry me to my grave?
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| So I can pay for the things my hands have made.
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| Two sons will take my body
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| And place it in the ground.
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| And I hope they know to be nothing like me.
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| My Blood is tainted with bitterness.
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| I want it out, I want it out of me.
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| Oh, the taste of my inheritance.
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| How I have fallen, the hills will cover me.
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| You too will become weak.
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| The trees are green what happens when they turn dry.
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| The trees are green what happens when they turn dry.
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| We chose our words and threw them towards the sky.
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| The trees were green, now they have all turned dry.
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| There was a bird
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| Whose wings were crushed by a windshield.
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| So fast to the ground,
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| The roadside it found it’s eyes closed.
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| I heard the driver say as she pulled away,
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| «What could I have done? |
| The worst is over.»
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| I thought to myself with risk to our health.
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| No one ever offers help.
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| When we were boys
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| We chased through neighbors’fields.
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| We could run forever, and I swore to my friends,
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| Their lives I would defend, as a superhero.
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| But age finds the lust and gives it your trust.
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| And begs your devotion in trade for discretion.
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| The years play out as days as those friends pass away.
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| But you are taken care of, there is always television. |