| Ten to close and it’s always December
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| The cat drags in what time forgot to remember
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| I never forget this tattered number, You said
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| Haven’t you got anything a little stronger?
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| Stare into the void of you where time stands still and I know
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| There ain’t no modern man for you
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| Mesmerized by hollow eyes, not healthy I know
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| Applause long gone but here I’m hanging on every word
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| On the dark stage where the script stops
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| And the tragedy starts to show
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| Infatuation high
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| Fires rise in pinpoint eyes
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| Like something once beautiful, studied and objectified
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| Something old & spat out, you walk in. Oh where you been?
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| And what were you?
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| What was this promise that never came true?
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| Bit parts in forgotten frames, monologues still memorized
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| Incantations to turn back time
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| I looked you up, I watched them all
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| Same face same eyes as this reprise
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| They might be giants, they might be gods
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| Or just a damage case on a 30 year drunk
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| So check the gate
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| There ain’t no modern man for you
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| Mesmerized by hollow eyes, not healthy I know
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| The applause long gone but here I’m hanging on every word
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| On the tightrope where the script stops
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| And the desperation starts to show |