| It’s getting harder to remember
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| Important lessons I learned last year
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| Dumb luck has been known to expire
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| Just when the steaks are getting higher
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| The stars all line up in order
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| Just to build their boundless borders
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| Your face is uglier than last year
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| Liver spots on your neck and your ears
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| They might grow rapidly in water
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| Slow boiled, like sick fermented soft serve
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| I have seen at least a thousand times over
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| White daisies double-crossed by dirtbags and dozers
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| Served to the servants on a silver platter
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| Peacocks seared and stuffed with pearls fried and battered
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| But we still play patiently
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| Though the lights may never change from red to green
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| While we await the tide rises and falls
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| Taunting and teasing impertinent calls
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| So long to all of my old habits
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| Sucked thumbs are for the birds and rabbits
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| We’ll eat when we’re not even hungry
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| Just bored and pitiful and lonely
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| When all our compositions become useless
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| We’ll fade away silent aimless and youthless
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| And each year day hour and minute that passes
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| Fades in the embers that burn into ashes
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| And all of the castles that float in the distance
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| Never get reached without ample resistance
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| But none can know the sorrows of a savage
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| Faced with a fate ordinary and average
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| But we still play patiently
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| The lights may never change from red to green |