| The pictures gather dust and acid rain
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| While you crack and scrape an accumulated stain
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| And collect refrains
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| Relaxed and prayer conditioned entertained
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| In a hand- cuffed state sideways figure eight mundane
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| But we can’t complain
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| Swim deeper bathe in overflowing drains
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| As the dried up blades piss on your parades your brain’s
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| Stuck against the grains
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| Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads
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| All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thou- sand roads
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| White field reflections yield to fedback heat
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| Has that shrinking ice got you thinking twice defeat
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| Such a warm deceit
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| Our torsos sweating more so than our minds
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| Has it always been the blind leading the blind
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| Or bleeding the blind or pleading and leading and bleeding
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| Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads
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| All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads
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| Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads
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| All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads
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| In the thinnest airs
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| We’re content to stare
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| At solar flares speaking in codes
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| Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads
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| All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads
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| Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads
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| All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads |