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Our pockets turned out, |
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our change on the ground. |
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Whatever we had is lost in the house. |
| [00:28.42] |
The carpets are dusty. |
| [00:32.38] |
Our bones are brittle from eating garbage and sitting down. |
| [00:38.63] |
Freaking out again at the supermarket, |
| [00:43.76] |
putting out of order signs on things that work. |
| [00:49.64] |
Break a piece off that lobby fountain. |
| [00:53.91] |
Our points have been chiseled down. |
| [00:57.71] |
If we could all be happy at once, |
| [01:03.00] |
there'd be such competition. |
| [01:07.54] |
Jamming paperclips right into an outlet. |
| [01:13.55] |
Walk out with hundreds of dollars in junk to buy some chips and lay in bed. |
| [01:21.59] |
Whose side am I on? |
| [01:22.72] |
Second dollar, second cent. |
| [01:27.70] |
We've got life here. |
| [01:30.52] |
What we call life has to be worked out. |
| [01:34.19] |
Left in dust to carry ourselves out. |
| [01:40.11] |
When we get home, we won't be empty. |
| [01:43.01] |
We found a purpose in each other. |
| [01:48.54] |
Break the mirror, we get younger. |
| [01:52.26] |
Life will always be weird. |
