| Bastion of beasts heed my call
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| All things base are not banal
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| To suck the wind and gnaw the tide
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| Is not enough to stay alive
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| So remind me why I’m here again?
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| I hate the old Ohio wind
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| It kills you when it’s coming in
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| It kills you pending giving in
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| Don’t I know, its residue collects in my bones
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| It’s marrow curdling, it singes my toes in my sleep
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| But son, even if you stay
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| You know nothing would stay the same way
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| And if there’s any other way
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| Could we try that one instead of this one?
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| So if God’s own and only kid
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| Showed up and wound up dead
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| What’s that say about all of this?
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| You could raise all my dead friends
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| In hopes I would notice
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| Just some means to a dead end
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| Just some means as an average
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| You could praise 'til your heart bends
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| And still not quite get it
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| Just some means to a dead end
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| Just some means as an average
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| Are we together alone?
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| Are we alone and together?
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| Are together alone?
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| Are we alone and together?
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| I stayed in my room all day
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| Mustering some meager praise
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| They say a thing don’t fit its phrase
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| It’s symptomatic of this place |