| We met one day in wet cement
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| Where we glued our eyes shut
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| And pressed with our fists
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| And while the trees are shrinking now
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| They forgot their roots
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| And sloped in the ground
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| And while I’m picking out my favorite names
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| Where our future is concerned
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| In the steady blur of the days
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| What brought us here, why we try to say
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| We face back all the way
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| Now the cement’s hardened in my chest
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| A world of wax
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| Scraped in through text
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| And someone was calling just before I woke up
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| My broken record spits good and bad luck
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| And with my broken, pale black eyes
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| I still see white when the snow falls lightly
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| In the steady blur of the days
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| What brought us here, why we try to say
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| But we face back all the way |