| No one is invincible, no one is immortal, these are the rules.
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| Fireworks have scared me shitless for three years now
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| Easier to blame it on neuroses than admit that everything loud and sudden
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| scares me
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| But I found out that I still love the sight of them
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| When the light of the setting September sun came through the leaves
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| In scattered shards I was driving down the highway with my secrets
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| No one is invincible, no one is immortal
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| This time of year reminds me of mitch
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| At noon in the shade there’s still dew on the grass
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| The leaves are trying on the coats they’ll wear to their funerals
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| And without knowing it, as if it is coded into me
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| I start to listen to 'people without end'
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| The ways in which one leaves a place
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| And the way a ghost becomes a part of you
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| And some days this reminds me more of Kyle than anything else
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| And the times we spent wishing for the past
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| I think I’m through with that now
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| I’ve got holes in me big enough
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| That sometimes I can barely stay afloat
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| But I’m starting to find that nothingness
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| Has the potential to be filled with anything that our minds can imagine.
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| Everyone here’s story has been everyone here’s story since the big bang
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| And no I’m not talking about your parents fucking,
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| Or even their parents' parents' parents' fucking
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| I’m talking about that fact that the things inside of you,
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| The ones that matter, cannot be created or destroyed anymore
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| Not since this universe started and not until it fuckin ends.
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| That’s how long we’re going to live.
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| So when my body chooses to become something more
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| Burn it, let the liquid in me dry up
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| Let it crack like the leaves coating the driveway of the house I grew up in
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| Divide me among the people I’ve love and ask them this:
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| On the day they find a place where stars are safe from everything but the
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| brightness of the moon
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| Scatter my ashes there so that from which I came can witness that which I’ve
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| become.
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| No one is invincible, everyone is immortal.
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| No one is invincible, everyone is immortal.
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| If false and naive ideals will keep us working,
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| Sustained by people like you, like a televised old story,
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| Maybe that is what one is meant to have,
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| Sucking from the maimed and the crazed. |