| I apologize in advance
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| For the jigsaw’s missing teeth
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| For the animals in their holes, at least
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| There is argument in your eyes
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| So I’m loosening all my ties
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| The ones that you have come to despise
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| Throw the heat off
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| Bite me when I eat off
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| Someone else’s plate
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| It is now I should attempt
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| Perhaps to think and wait
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| Result to contemplate a fate
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| That’s waited this long for me
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| And the night’s too bright
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| To hide from sight
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| So I better get things right
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| I keep searching, turning on, equally frustrated
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| Hopelessness and sickness always, kick you up a storm
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| A disabled vet, well, I’m not there yet
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| Been around the block, I even threw up one street over
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| Absorbed in the holding cell, all blemishes exposed
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| With the plastic hand of man I can
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| Stepping up, I go limp at the sound of women laughing
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| Leaving me to speculate the odds of one last chance
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| To apologize in advance
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| I apologize in advance |