| One thing I’ll say for the less traveled way
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| Doesn’t have subtlety
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| Has twice the gravity
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| Get in and go and your one with the now
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| Turns inconsistently
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| Arcs in a symphony
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| Make your mind sharp and aware of the holes
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| Fall through them steadily
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| Slip through them readily
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| Watch and watch spiraling out of control
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| It’s beyond all that anyway
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| Time is dead anyway
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| Passenger song on the dark radio
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| Wheels in your other head
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| And holes in your other mind
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| Lights on the screen and then shut by the door
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| Voice their inner frames
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| The eyes have jar all the same
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| Follow the path until it falls away
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| Hurry it’s dangerous
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| Some say it’s glamorous
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| Charge through the past and the future of now
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| Come to it sparingly
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| With what you are carrying
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| Notes on the pages and notes in the bars
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| And chasing without it scars
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| It might make you see the stars
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| Show me and told me then show me to bed
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| Collapsing anyway
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| The edge is starting to fray
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| Oh right, you are right, you are right, you are right
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| Left from the interstate
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| ‘Cause you can hardly wait
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| One thing I’ll say for the less traveled way
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| Doesn’t have subtlety
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| Has twice the gravity |