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 We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
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 Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
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And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
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Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know
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The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards
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Has found a higher pitch and broader scale
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Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last
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And one must bruise and one must fail
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And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
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So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw
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Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
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And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too
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The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
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Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation
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That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop
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Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
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Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
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Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
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And my voice will scratch to yell many more
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But before I spill the things I mean to hide away
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Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
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I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty
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Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement
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