| Salt in my eyes, stinging my brain
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| It’s been forty odd days since we’ve been clean
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| Crawl in the cave looking for light
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| But the ceiling descends and still it’s dark
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| Hey there, don’t declare
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| Optimist
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| It’s clear you resist
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| I try all the time
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| To get it right
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| And still it persists
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| Touched that you think I’m a heartless old crank
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| And there’s things that I’ve done to convict me of that
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| Try to look out eyes straight and fast
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| But I’ve struggled of late, my head in the past
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| Hey there, don’t despair
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| Get in the cave
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| We live day and night
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| To find the right
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| Sort of light
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| Bored of the truth I return to my youth
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| Drinking Breaker at night in the cold Duchess light
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| Out by the fence there’s a shout and I’m dead
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| Get me out of this place, I’ll take casuals another day
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| All gates are locked, there’s no way I can walk
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| And the paths that I took led me into the swamp
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| Even this trusty accomplice gets rusty
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| I’m not being cruel but your brain never ruled
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| I’ve seen the trauma of lives that were squandered
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| But I’m not to blaim for showing restraint
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| Hey there, don’t declare
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| Optimist
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| I try every night
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| To get it right
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| And still
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| Something just fucking ran out behind me I swear to God
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| Probably a fucking moth knowing you
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| Why don’t you go back and see then?
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| Well naw
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| No path of truth led me where I could walk
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| But the lies that I made led me out of the swamp |