| It’s a long way back from a twenty-year nap and I’m out of practice now
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| Another mistletoe in a transient tomb for those who’ve been beaten down
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| But it could be real, it could be real for some
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| I can be real, I can be real enough
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| If there’s a long way round it’s where I will be found and I’ll get a lazy start
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| Another perfect day to ignore any pain and duct tape this calloused heart
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| But I can be cool, I can get a haircut
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| I can adhere, I can keep my mouth shut
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| And all through your past broken glass, Shards that left blood on the tracks
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| The idal space to be out of the gam reinventing
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| In the year of the empty seat at the table, the valued and the grateful to have
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| shared
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| How they miss them, How they miss them
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| Another humbling day to revise your routine and echo eternity
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| Yeah, it’s reflection time to affirm and define how stable we used to be
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| And I could get there but I might be a no-show
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| Cause I’m just a square and that’s just a place to go
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| I could be fit, I can fit in enough
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| It could be real, It could be real for some |