I been drifting along in the same stale shoes 
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind 
If you thought that you were making your way 
To where the puzzles and pagans lay 
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation 
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones 
And we will rise in the cool of the evening 
I remember the way that you smiled 
When the gravity shackles were wild 
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning 
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes 
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind 
If you thought that you were making your way 
To where the puzzles and pagans lay 
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
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