| All that you retrieve my prolong our reprieve
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| But the of letting go still scares the shit out of me
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| I’ll always hoard inconsequential things, I’m a glutton for the penance,
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| I’ve retained all the apathy
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| I covet nostalgia and the hurt it
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| Brings
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| Bring it back to me, just bring it back now
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| So I’ve given small hours to soliloquy
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| I can never seem to sleep, but only contemplate madly
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| To antagonize that hurt in me
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| Antagonize it all, and I start to crawl
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| You have been my friend, through all of this, and to me that alone is a
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| tremendous thing
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| Hear our Indian summer sing
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| We are incandescent on the eaves
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| Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so ow overhead
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| And took each of our breaths
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| With no penance there’s no dept, I’d missed the teeth that fit my old wounds
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| I know I need to let it go, I just can’t forget it, and I drowned in the
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| amphetamine monsoon, some years had passed before I came to see,
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| I was blinded by the lies, I just can’t forget it
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| That those bite marks, they fit my own teeth, so what of my friend?
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| Alone and confined to a hospital bed
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| Reticent, sacrosanct, we will all go along, and if you leave us so,
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| then you have done us so wrong
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| Just keep on, I will edify, all who stuck by our side, faces illumined by a new,
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| and surreal sunlight, death took precedence over faith in old dreams,
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| the more I give away, the more delighted I became
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| I will bring you light and I’ll endure the burn, unashamed, reach out ear me now
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| Our voices ring out the same |