| «No faith», you say
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| When your skin has turned to shade
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| Shirt pocket holes from faded days
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| All you failures might have looked the other way
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| Some things always inspire slack — lust of a singular desire
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| And it’s not because you didn’t ask nicely
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| It’s because you never ask at all
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| In sordid rains of filthy gray
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| Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins
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| But winter always comes
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| Do you… think these tragedies in shirt sleeves through
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| Your hands get hard, and eyes red and wide
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| The sign says: «lay down just this final time»
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| Simple you never have been
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| Blue knuckles blow you back to square one
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| Just run that slick, black, steel again
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| And shrug through hopeless skin
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| «No faith», you say
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| Should have stripped you from your shame
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| Bitter lines frame your face
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| Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins
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| It’s truly brave
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| It’s truly brave throughout
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| It’s truly brave
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| It’s truly brave throughout
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| It’s truly brave
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| It’s truly brave throughout |