| I guess i’ll live another way
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| It’s so romantic when our lungs disintegrate
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| An astronaut floating in
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| The shadows of the severed limbs
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| Of everyone that’s ever been
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| And graduated man you made it
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| Bleeding out space debris
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| Stillborn loves breathe heavenly
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| And in and out again
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| And in and out again
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| I thought you dropped
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| Your ceiling stopped
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| Breathing hot mess on your tongue
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| Heaving cold gusts through your lungs
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| A loose tarp flapping against your head
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| It sounds like winter back in 1998
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| Your mom will stay in bed
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| For hours her eyes are emptier
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| Than anything you’ve ever seen
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| You swear this is a movie
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| Your life’s some stupid tv show
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| On nick at nite your sister used
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| To stay up late and watch with you
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| You saw her face in the tv
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| Past dog hairs stuck
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| By static electricity
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| And mix cd’s with modest mouse
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| The first time at your best friend’s house
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| The stereo made sense to you
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| And bedroom’s seemed to come unglued
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| From houses anchored to the ground
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| You’re falling skyward not a sound
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| It is ok to be alone
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| It is ok to stay at home
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| There is no need to hate yourself
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| For the failing parts that make you real
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| I know that you will live to do
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| Another thing that makes you smile
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| I know you’ll see the northern lights
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| And cry and say it’s been worthwhile
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| To stay up long enough to see the sun return to us
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| For years until it floats away
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| A balloon on some lost saturday |