remember the famous last words that someone famous said,
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"tell them i said something, dont let it end like this,"
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on a re-upholstered leather couch in a cloud of tv,
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smoke, and cigarettes, or a mattress on a hard wood floor
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and an old acoustic missing stringed guitar
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playing that same stupid punk rock song,
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"weve been at the end all along,"
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a bathroobe in the hall from a long time agos lost friend,
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and a note that waited ten years to tell me to remember him,
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he said; "its been too long since we had a day together in new york,"
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absences as long as life is short,
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in the first chapter of the best book that i ever read in my life, it said,
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"to be reborn, first you have to die,"
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hey, would it be alright if i used your couch to get too drunk tonight?
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i've spent so many days pushing my skies away
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so i can keep my sights squarely on the ground,
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reincarnations killing me
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It Was Pancho Villa
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| The Broadways |
