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He’s leaving,
leaving these sticks in a dirty haze,
he was afraid of the empty promises there he made.
He’s not thinking,
thinking about the casket of his past,
when your runnin’ from trouble your life will go too fast.
His imminence isn’t settled,
he’s bemused by destiny,
he doesn’t think his faith is something you can touch or see.
And their everyday infatuations,
and their virtuous strive,
they just seem to him like a silly game of fear and pride.
He’s all hopped up now,
he’s all hopped up out on amphetamines,
he’s gotta a paltry temperance he’s kinda loose at the seams.
And no he’s not breathing,
he’s shouting charcoal dust out of his mouth,
he’s gotta shotgun alibi deep in the south.
On the underside of the world,
he’s smokin’ cigarettes and drinking gin,
well he’s telling lies to get away from where he’s been.
He’s indolent in his quest of time,
I’m not saying that he’s given in,
he’s just realistic about the outcome in the end.
He’s looking out now,
he’s looking out yesterday in the corner of his eyes,
He sees the fangs of vengeance circling his own demise.
And no he’s not sleeping,
he doesn’t wanna be ambushed in pursuit,
so he’s talking to the moon in a ragged burgundy suit.
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