One hand on this wily comet,
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Take a drink just to give me some weight,
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Some uber-man I'd make,
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I'm barely a vapor
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They shone a chlorine light on,
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A host of individual sins,
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Let's carve my aging face off,
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Fetch us a knife,
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Start with my eyes,
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Down so the lines,
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Form a grimacing smile,
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Close your eyes to corral a virtue,
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Is this fooling anyone else?
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Never worked so long and hard,
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To cement a failure,
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We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
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But the lonely is such delicate things,
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The wind from a wasp could blow them,
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Into the sea,
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With stones on their feet,
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Lost to the light and the loving we need,
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Still to come,
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The worst part and you know it,
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There is a numbness,
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In your heart and it's growing,
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With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
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I click my heels,
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Get the devils in line,
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A list of things I could lay the blame on,
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Might give me a way out,
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But with each turn,
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It's this front and center,
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Like a dart stuck square in your eye,
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Every post you can hitch your faith on,
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Is a pie in the sky,
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Chock full of lies,
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A tool we devise,
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To make sinking stones fly,
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And still to come,
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The worst part and you know it,
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There is a numbness,
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In your heart and it's growing.
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A Comet Appears
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The Shins |