| It all set in so slow
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| There’s no light
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| I fear the twilight of my prime
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| Because right now it feels so much
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| Like it’s gonna be the end of my little life
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| I wanna drain the marrow 'fore I make old bones
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| It’s been really nice to know you but for now I gotta go
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| I’m not long for this world
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| It’s nice to know, mwah
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| So are we water without salubrity?
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| We’re not so bright for breathing cosmic debris
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| No, we can’t see
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| I want vertiginous height and speed
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| That just might kill me
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| I am not a spirit of a vision like those young lovelies
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| And I’m never gonna feign an admission
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| 'Cause that doesn’t interest me
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| I know there’s much more left than this slow death
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| That we all suffer at their behest
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| But I just can’t see
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| What’s happening to me
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| Because I’m never gonna see what I’m missing with eyes on my feet
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| And I’m never call this a living
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| When it’s all so rote and unhappy
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| How can I say I made a change
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| When I’m getting further every day?
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| I’m not one for this world
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| (From consistency, from some stability)
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| It’s nice to know, mwah
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| So are we water without solubility?
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| We’re not so bright for breathing cosmic debris
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| No, we can’t see
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| I want vertiginous height and speed
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| That just might kill me
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| One day you’re here and the next day you’re gone
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| The only purpose I feel remains in song
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| If Freddie wrote his Rhapsody at 29
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| Maybe I still have time for mine
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| I know a poet will find no use for peace
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| I know this is the only way it should be
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| I’ll be dead before I know I’m dying
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| But it doesn’t feel unnatural to me
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| So I howl at the sun
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| It’s taken years but I feel that I’m done
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| Taking posies out my pockets
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| We can all fall down, we can stop it
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| There’s no place for me, my ten dollar words
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| And all the little vanities this world incurs
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| It’s sixes and sevens
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| Can we create a heaven?
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| So are we water without solubility?
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| We’re not so bright for breathing cosmic debris
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| No, we can’t see
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| I want vertiginous height and speed
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| (That just might kill me)
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| So are we water without solubility?
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| We’re not so bright for breathing cosmic debris
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| No, we can’t see
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| I want vertiginous height and speed
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| That just might kill me
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| I am not a spirit of a vision like those young lovelies
|
| And I’m never gonna feign an admission
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| 'Cause that doesn’t interest me
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| I know there’s much more left than this slow death
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| That we all suffer at their behest
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| But I just can’t see
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| What’s happening to me |