I wake up in the morning, I reach for my wrist
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Is it still beating me, whether I'm still lucky?
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Or he's after me and I have waxed shoes
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The same awakening to nothingness every morning
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There is nothing that is not how there is why there is nowhere
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There is no one with whom everyone is in
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The skinny Don Quixote saddles his Rosinanta
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And God is a blind driver sitting at the wheel
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I turn on the phone - a voice recorder
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Bad news comes like the police at dawn
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I'm half awake and half still at night
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I should laugh but I have a Mikymauz smile
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I would cancel the wound
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A good man on the radio plays Chick Corea
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It's really fun like a mausoleum
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I have circles under my eyes in line at the mummy
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The pink dawn really doesn't touch me anymore
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You're saying something about what we should do
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Slowly, our dimples cool on the bed
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Everything is covered in the gloom whose fault it was
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That the lumberjack swept a lot among us?
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The beds are divided into two sovereign states
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The decorations on the wallpaper are like border wires
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In sleep it does not come that sleep is a sweet fainting
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That there was love in me is just utter malice
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I would cancel the wires
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Damn hour, minute, short moment
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When things are not black but they are not white either
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When it is not dark, it is not even visible
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Vigil is a pain without delightful numbness
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It beats me furiously and stabs dumbly in my groin
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To fall asleep and not wake up do not have to think about anything
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Leaning on my knees, I listen to your tears
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It's too late for life and too early for death
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What was once yesterday is like it wouldn't be
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The coffee is drunk and there is none in stock
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Things you don't want to happen will happen anyway
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And bread and butter always falls to the ground
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I would cancel the butter
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You talk about hope and the words are wrong
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Like a spy satellite flying over a planet
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It would still be easy to take off your pajamas
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I've been talking for twenty years and now I don't want to talk
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A piglet grazed from a poster on the toilet
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It rises to me as the water rushes down
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Everything is said and taken to the septic tank
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All I have to do here is breathe a few moments
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I reach for my wrist and it's out tomorrow
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The clock strikes the signals of Good Morning
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I'm half awake and half still at night
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I should laugh but I have a Mikymauz smile
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I would cancel love
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I wake up in the morning, I reach for my wrist
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Is it still beating me, whether I'm still lucky?
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Or he's after me and I have waxed shoes
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The same awakening to nothingness every morning |