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Lady future's arms are lily white
They stretch before you come inside There is room enough She is generous Come on, come up While we're still young You want to love your life from a prison? Of all this uninvited altruism The homemade weapons you are fashioning Are hellbent on doing us both in You better mean what you say Why don't you say what you mean I never get anywhere I get the space in between Beautifully mutilated Instantly antiquated I will admit I almost always underestimate it You better mean what you say Why don't you say what you mean I never get anywhere I get the space in between Beautifully mutilated Instantly antiquated I will admit I almost always underestimate it Let's begin at the beginning Let us revisit the past Like when the houselights start dimming In silver screen photograph It makes a beautiful sound When nobody else is around It has a wonderful way Of eating up entire days We'll go swimming in libations Forgive unexplained lacerations These otherworldly manifestations We can all live in the breath you are wasting You better mean what you say Why don't you say what you mean I never get anywhere I get the space in between here We go over again beautifully mutilated Instantly antiquated let's wash our hands Of everything I will admit I almost always underestimate it You don't owe them anything |
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