| So that’s it?
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| Eternity equates to forever walking towards without arriving any place?
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| With some beasts leashed
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| And the rest so hung up on the majesty of having two functioning feet
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| Don’t con yourself with comfort
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| Don’t talk about the future
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| In the fur patch shaved and sutured
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| In the tangle of tubes where I lose you
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| Everything is changed
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| And the rest of us remain
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| So could we exchange our lifespans?
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| Or would that be a shitty deal?
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| My eight potential decades--
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| Sloppy, selfish and unreal
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| For your thirteen years of walking in one clear, pure line
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| Even with all this ridiculous talking I can never get through
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| And I can’t get any help
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| I can just stand here in front of you and embarrass myself
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| So drag me out of the river in a backwards baptism
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| Take it back to the beginning
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| To make sure there’s no revisions and we are all of one mind
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| While we watch this reel rewind
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| And I see myself there completely lightweight wasted on like a single drink
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| In 2003 in Baltimore
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| Smashing my first flip-phone on some piss-soaked alley floor corridor
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| Crimes of the heart
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| Crimes of the convenience store
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| A whole history of crimes felt more important at that time
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| I see them all from last to first as they play out in reverse
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| I get to find everything I ever lost
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| I get to uncast every curse
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| See every upturned motorcycle, every page from every bible
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| All my acid stomach mornings and my nights of deep survival
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| See those horses in the stables
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| Teenage tears and jumper cables
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| See me rattled and insane from all the changes strange and mangled
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| See that never-ending room filled up with everything consumed
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| A pile of everything consumed to fill a never-ending room
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| Hear every song sung to a dog on every walk with every dog |