Under lines of trees
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inside caves that open up to cityscapes
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i was a failure and they found me out
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i was a drunk and blinded sailor
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to sew your insides close
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these are landmine carburetors
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i find it hard to believe that the medicine is helping me
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at the end of the day
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the computer screens give blue and silent offerings
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at the end of the day
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view that all the trains are churches
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and roads like muddy water
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they gave you poetry and endless hours of conversation
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and it affects the colors over
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i'm a drawn out corporate warrior
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on the night that smells like water
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your crutch and your cross
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your voltage your watts
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and at the end of the day
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MPS
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Bear Vs. Shark |