| I used to sleep, now I don’t.
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| Long western roads lead to home.
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| Where did the keys to your west home go?
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| Life with no meaning has no purpose.
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| There’s nowhere to stay warm or even numb.
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| Focused on the future and trying not to lose sight.
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| Cut the arms off your brothers.
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| Cut the legs off your fathers.
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| Learn to forget, to forget.
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| Thrive on this pale blue coast.
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| Nothing inside you moves.
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| Nothing inside is real.
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| Too many cages and not enough truth.
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| The two furthers points on the floor are wasted with the cage.
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| The flowers bloom but the colors fade away.
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| Most roads won’t bring you back.
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| (There was a time that one would lose hope running from the two furthest points
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| Instead of following the sun.
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| He said rise early to catch the long western roads before the smiling bride)
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| Here is the time that says you lose if you leave.
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| Now is the time that you will thrive on this pale blue coast.
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| Cut the arms off your fathers.
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| Cut the legs off your brothers. |