| There’s a sky full of lights and none of them stars
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| But each white, silvery flicker’s a faithful reminder to us
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| Of a weight that’s in youth that makes a dick of us all
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| If it happened today, then it’s probably happened before
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| In a crowd unfamiliar, I just wanna touch a familiar face
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| And make friends at the parties I’ve feared the likes of an age
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| To be wanted with truth and make formidable love
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| See light in myself that I see inside everyone else I know
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| It’s not a lacking of spine, nor of physical pulse
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| It’s just a feeling of distance akin to a feeling of loss
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| Of love in the youth of my limited life
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| That passed in a violent and ritual screwing inside
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| And the years unfamiliar are made of increasingly digital days
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| And I am grieving the loss of myself with frightening malaise
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| When there’s weightness in youth and the sum of it’s small
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| Just stand in the darkness and laugh with your heel on its throat
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| 'Cause not everything means something, honey
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| So say the unsayable, say the most human of things
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| And if everything is temporary
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| I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being
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| Alone in my house, frozen in time
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| But don’t get me wrong now, honey, I am trying
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| There’s a warmth in the eyes and a clearness of thought
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| When the deepest of sighs and the frankest of shadows are gone
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| We’re pushing a stone up a mountainous waste
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| And the lines at the store look like lines on a beautiful face
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| See, I’m not so assured
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| Nor unusually strong or outstandingly brave
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| I’m more just fumbling around in the dark for the bulk of my day
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| When there’s weight that’s in youth and the sum of it’s small
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| I will stand in the darkness and laugh with my heel on its throat
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| And not everything means something, honey
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| So say the unsayable, say the most human of things
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| And if everything is temporary
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| I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being
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| Alone in my house, frozen away
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| But don’t get me wrong now, honey, I’m okay
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| Ah, cast me a line
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| Ah, honey, cast me a line
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| Won’t you fear me tonight?
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| Goddamn do you fear me tonight?
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| Ah, pass me a light
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| Ah, honey, pass me a light
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| Won’t you feel me tonight?
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| Goddamn do you feel me tonight?
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| 'Cause not everything means something, honey
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| So say the unsayable, say the most human of things
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| If everything is temporary
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| I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being |