| Betting on horses
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| That are all making their way
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| Each one in a different direction
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| At the designed center of their universe I am
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| Feeling slight pressure now
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| But I appear, so far, to be
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| Managing all of them well
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| My desperate attempts to cheat death and time
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| Rely on more recent myths
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| And modern fiction
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| And sending inverted curses and casting subversive spells
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| I’m measured now
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| Regimented and restrained and refined
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| Watching my behavior, I’ve pared it down
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| To one horse rather than several
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| So I continue being pulled but one way
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| Racing around a new marble that doesn’t need you
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| Or need to dim the sun
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| Please drag me along
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| As I lob inverted curses and cast some subversive spells
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| I’ll trade you my time
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| For a reason and a worthwhile ride
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| I know it’s not much
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| But it’s all I can give that I’m sure is mine
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| My heavy hand
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| Weighs in and with each pound a line
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| And you can’t show up
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| To the ritual without a sacrifice
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| I’m measured now
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| Regimented and restrained and refined
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| Watching my behavior, I’ve pared it down
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| To one single horse rather than several
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| So I continue being pulled but one way |