| I’ve been back now for a day or two at best
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| And I’m punishing myself for taking the rest
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| I’ve been in slumber and in splendor in my house with beer and whiskey
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| My new son and spouse well, they’ve welcomed me
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| With open arms and handshakes at family get-togethers and at bars
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| I’ve a massive gift collection in my pantry bottles of wine
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| Dead drying roses and cheap cigars
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| Now I’m back to every day to the songs I have to play
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| To the roads along the way all the people in the fray
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| No more family or home 'cause my home is not my own
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| Got to get up and away to another day and place
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| I’m a speck in the collective minds of millions
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| Nothing but a pawn in my own twisted game
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| I’ve a good mind to fuck off and finally leave it
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| Get an office job and settle with the dust and stains
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| But she gives me reason to go and give it to them
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| Shovel the shit from drunken ramblings and perversions
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| If I’m not laughed out of the ring
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| Then I’ve succeeded in bringing to some poor sap my new distractions
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| Now I’m feeling tame taut, detached and lame like a tired old cliché
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| Give me all the blame no more smiles or frowns
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| Just leave me blackened out amid familiar shouts I’ll take the same old route
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| Misdirection leads me to it blindly maps and border crossings greet me kindly
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| My bones are splinters used for extra kindling
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| For the gods that hover up and around me, laughing |