| I’m looking more like you everyday old man,
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| In every way I’m feeling phantom pains from the fire you’ve dropped on your legs
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| I’m storing my uplifting-look backs for my time in that seat
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| Alone in your world, alone in your world just a wall away, angry at the stages
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| of the day
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| Your speech has gotten slow and you’ve lost so much weight
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| The family knees have gotten weak
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| The family skin has gotten languid
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| If you put your gums in, and I let mine recede, if you keep your pride I’ll be your eyes
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| I’ll save my temper, save my rage for the hot on your hands because cripples
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| can’t shiver
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| 6 hours 6 hours 6 hours
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| Of telling fields our health deserves more,
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| Please don’t disappear with the room, please don’t give up on going out
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| Spending time at a split foyer choosing up or down
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| I’ve waited, he never came, I’m assuming life fair
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| The mold promises these sheets stay damp so my lungs wont last
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| But I swear I’d at least break the fingers of the hand that dealt this to you |