| This Mortal Rodeo |
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| Question your worried laughter, forget the disguise |
| Celebrate the contour of this life |
| Your mortal purpose, aching for flight |
| Life with it’s layers |
| The weakness of winter |
| The wind and its purpose: this mortal rodeo |
| Is it vertigo? |
| This mortal rodeo |
| Is it vertigo? |
| And as you measure your fortune |
| And what you have, and what he does not |
| A poor man shames us all |
| Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings? |
| We make our decisions |
| We are champions of contrast |
| Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings? |
| Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings? |
| The texture of time |
| The awakening of man |
| We’re orphans floating down a river |
| Is it vertigo? |
| Is it vertigo? |
| This mortal rodeo… |
