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The Mountain Goats - Matthew 25:21 |
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They hook you up |
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To a fentanyl drip |
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To mitigate the pain a little bit |
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I flew in |
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From Pennsylvania |
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When I heard the hour was coming fast |
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And I docked in San Barbara |
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Tried to brace myself |
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You can't brace yourself |
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When the time comes |
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You just have to roll with the blast |
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And I'm an eighteen-wheeler headed down the interstate |
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And my breaks are going to give |
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And I won't know till it's too late |
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Tires screaming when I lose control |
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Try not to hurt too many people when I roll |
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Find the harbor freeway |
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And head south |
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Real tired |
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Head kind of light |
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I found Telegraph Road |
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I'd only seen the name on envelopes |
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Found the parking lot |
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And turned right |
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I felt all the details |
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Carving out space in my head |
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Tropicanas on the walk way |
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Neon red |
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Between the pain |
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And the pills trying to hold at bay |
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Stand as a traveler going far away |
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And I am airplane tumbling wing over wing |
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Tried to listen to my instruments |
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They don't say anything |
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People screaming when the engines quit |
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I hope we're all in crash position when we hit |
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And then came to your bedside |
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And as it turns out |
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I'm not ready |
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And as though |
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You were speaking through a thick haze |
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You said hello to me |
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We all stood there around you |
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Happy to hear you speak |
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The last of something bright burning |
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Still burning |
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Beyond the cancer and the chemotherapy |
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And you were a presence full of light upon this earth |
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And I am a witness to your life and to it's worth |
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It's three days later when I get the call |
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And there's nobody around to break my fall |