| Yeah I spoke to him once
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| And he never looked up
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| Even though I stood there talking for the longest time
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| It was as if I was acting out lines
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| Someone else had written
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| And unwillingly they’d become mine
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| Lines like I worn out my ambition because I soaked it in wine
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| Use it if you can use it
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| And you tell me that I’m not but I tell you what
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| I’m entitled to what’s rightfully mine
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| Use it if you can use it
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| It’s a wreckage out there
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| But there’s a heartbeat behind every door
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| An infinite menu
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| Of invisible lives
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| I have followed that smile but for how long
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| Your dull eyes shine just enough
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| Like two dirty copper coins looking up
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| from the bottom of the old wishing well
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| You know that I wore out my ambitions
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| I soaked them in wine
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| Use it if you can use it
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| I’m in that photograph
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| But it was taken before I was actually alive
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| Life is long if you know how to use it
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| If we all joined in
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| With the life you’re living
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| Living in skill you’ve been given
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| All the things that you’ve done and you do to yourself
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| It was spread out like a dream on the ground
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| Dreams like that should not be wasted
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| Happiness is not a gift you’re given
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| Hate and guilt they are western traditions
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| You’re rehearsing and within insanity
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| And we are only human
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| And we’re all sharing the same moon
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| Sharing the same moon |