| Here, take my career
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| Give her your health
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| Let me have the love you share
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| I’ve been alone for a long time
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| Picked the faint praise of strangers
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| Over one who truly cares
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| He keeps the faith in a dark room
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| Fingers twitching like moth wings
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| Hoping to matter
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| But he can’t see how he matters to you
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| You can’t drink wine or coffee
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| And you’re stuck with a body
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| That fights each small request you make
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| I got that brown grass dogs come pee on
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| Your grass so bright it’s neon
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| Green and tie-dye and grows a mile high
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| We’ll be betrayed by the seeds that we sow
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| Tiny blades grow and stab the earth from below
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| Your dying dreams bleeding out in the snow
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| You with the crumbling hips
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| She sees strangers eat oranges and clenches her fists
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| In these miles of highway
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| You’re the prettiest pileup that I’ve ever glimpsed
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| I’m lost in the awful withdrawals
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| Grass seems much greener beyond these old walls
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| But my worries so small
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| When I walk through those hospital halls
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| Tiny prayers you whisper to yourself (3x) |