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Here's one of time passed of a flight and a crash, over and again, |
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In Boulder and San Francisco, a halfway house pack home |
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Back out of his head. |
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Out searching, for the escape. |
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for an answer, or a reason that his poison has deleted, |
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Anything worth all that's wasted now, |
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finds no difference where he's standing |
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'cause he's standing with a shotgun and a needle. |
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Arms reaching and head pounding from the screaming. |
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Says: "I don't know what I am doing anymore. |
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I raced all night again, I just want it over." |
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Heart racing. |
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Head pounding from the screaming. |
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Heart racing now |
