A cold and wet November dawn
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And there are no barking sparrows
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Just emptiness to dwell upon.
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I fell into a winter slide
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And ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow
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Just eking out my measly pies.
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But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
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Know there is this side of me that
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Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
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Fly the whole mess into the sea.
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Another slow train to the coast
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Some brand new gory art from way on high
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I sink and then I swim all night.
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I watch the ice melt on the glass
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While the eloquent young pilgrims pass
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And leave behind their trail
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Imploring us not to fail.
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Of course I was raised to gather courage from those
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Lofty tales so tried and true and
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If you're able I'd suggest it 'cause this
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Modern thought can get the best of you.
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This rather simple epitaph can save your hide your falling mind
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Fate isn't what we're up against there's no design no flaws to find
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There's no design no flaws to find.
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But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
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Know I got this side of me that
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Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
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Fly the whole mess into the sea.
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Young Pilgrims
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The Shins |