| If the clouds move away will you still smoke?
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| If you get paid every week will you still worry?
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| If the roads are all unpaved will you still drive?
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| If you have everything you need, will you still buy more?
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| Will you continue to speak when you’re done saying what you’re saying?
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| Will you continue to eat when you’re full up?
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| What would you say, son, if the work was all done?
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| Who would you run to, who would you run with, who would you run from?
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| What would you say, son, if the work was all done?
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| Who would you run to, who would you run with, who would you run from?
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| What would you say, son?
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| As the universe grows, our relative knowledge slows down
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| Our perceptions fade, weaker than the eyes that tell us to change our ways —
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| No! |
| I will not go! |
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| It’s safer sitting on this shrinking pile of golden change, golden change
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| Forty-two hour night days, hour night-days go by, grey and white,
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| the sky gives rain and shadows
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| And years grow deeper and taller than all of my best friends, and I and them
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| And we are older than each other, we are divided and conquered |
| We are older than each other, we are divided and conquered
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| I went down to Nora’s house, high on caffeine, cigarettes and beer and we’d
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| drank too much
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| I went down to Nora’s house, high on caffeine, cigarettes and beer and we’d
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| drank too much
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| What would you say? |