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Hiding out behind the birch |
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and frozen lakes |
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the view of things seems clearer here |
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and my mistakes |
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don't fill out the capacious bags |
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that I dragged upstairs |
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gives me time to grow a love |
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where I had fear |
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How long will you wait |
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at the shady end of the slope? |
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Am I already late |
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with my pyramid-sized hopes? |
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Stillboy holds his breath |
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'til something appears |
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all dumb, all deaf, all turned over |
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to the wolves |
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Stepping out of everything |
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to nothingness |
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'cause at every tick of the clock |
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our time weighs |
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a little less |
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How long will you wait |
|
at the shady end of the slope? |
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Am I already late |
|
with my pyramid-sized hopes? |
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Stillboy holds his breath |
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'til something appears |
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all dumb, all deaf, all turned over |
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stillboy waves his hand |
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one time too many |
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all dumb, all deaf, all turned over |
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to the wolves |
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Like the chickens need the fox |
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and daylight longs for the dark |
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I excuse myself to go and make my |
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mark |
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Stillboy holds his breath |
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'til something appears |
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all dumb, all deaf, all turned over |
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stillboy waves his hand |
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one time too many |
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all dumb, all deaf, all turned over |
|
to the wolves |
