This lonely old man at heart,
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Resting gray hairs,
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On wrinkled arms,
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With nothing but,
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A stool to hold up his back
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Skinny legs,
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With Japanese mileage,
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Crossed at the ankles,
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He's unaware
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Maybe you've never seen it,
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Maybe you've never been through it,
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It's the only way,
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To understand it.
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Unaware ,
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Of his surroundings,
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Youth in packs,
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Swarming,
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Like wolves to a fresh kill,
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The scenic tracks,
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He's just scared,
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About dying.
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Maybe you've never seen it,
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Maybe you've never been through it,
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It's the only way,
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To understand it.
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Save your clever statements,
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Braid your severed view of it,
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It's the only way,
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To understand it.
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Too bad,
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too bad,
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too bad,
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so sad
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days have come to an end,
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where all,
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where all has been lost,
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Maybe you've never seen it,
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Maybe you've never been through it,
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It's the only way,
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To understand it.
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Save your clever statements,
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Braid your severed view of it,
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It's the only way,
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To understand it.
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Convalescent
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Dredg |