| Strutted past partway
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| A tug on the shoulder
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| What should’ve been sly fell to the floor
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| Stricken halfway down
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| Shrugged the remainder
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| Cutting the crash
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| Sighed to the lights and out
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| Slowly shapes, estranged passersby
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| Show revolt with grievance in mind
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| A moment in time, and swept up in flight
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| Breathed in the smoke, and feeling exhaust
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| Scolded at midday, shook by the shoulder
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| Balanced in spite of the attempts
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| Passed out maybe once
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| Then to the doorway
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| A gentle push, then harder along
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| The binding of woes, some alchemical ichor
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| Down it all, then just wait
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| There’s a light by the window
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| It’s old and it’s dull like the night
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| We’re here for a moment
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| Wipe off the proof of our lives |