| As much as i’d like to go To places i’ve never known,
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| Scared shitless to leave home,
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| And i don’t want to go alone.
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| I miss the rewarding gaze
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| Of a friend from my younger days,
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| Didn’t mind 'bout my selfish ways,
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| As he died i was miles away.
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| I hope he remembers how,
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| As i do when i look back now,
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| Though he’d bark at the slightest sound,
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| Would not bite for he knew not how.
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| And sometimes it’s more than clear,
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| When morning comes early here,
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| And i know that the day is near,
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| Wasted days make for wasted years.
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| Now i’m vicious with appetite,
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| Sobering half a mind,
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| Dripping with stolen wine,
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| Awoken by something i dreamt.
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| Harboured by everything i have been witnessing.
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| Postcards and daydreaming
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| Get less embarrassing.
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| After the day is done,
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| I will be on the run —
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| So much for everyone, so much for everyone.
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| The showdown is endless here,
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| Under the burning sun.
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| As eyes roll toward me now,
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| I will drop my gun. |