Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
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A baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
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as I pass in a car buried under the influence.
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The city's driving me out of my mind.
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I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
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He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
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and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
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Next time he will not aim so high.
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Yeah, next time, neither will I.
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Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
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Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list.
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While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
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He knows there's worse things than being alone.
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And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
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I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
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An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure.
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I do not read the reviews.
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No, I am not singing for you.
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Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
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And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
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With all these wishes I make,
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I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home.
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Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,
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all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
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And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
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but as least I got an A.
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And so I don't have them to blame.
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Well I should stop pointing fingers;
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reserve my judgment of all those public action figures,
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the cowboy presidents.
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So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
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when they've made a mistake.
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While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
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he knows he don't have to say it,
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so it, it don't bother him.
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"Honesty", "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."
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And the approval rating's high,
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and so someone's gonna die.
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Well ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
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They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
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And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
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We're still the pawns in their game.
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As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,
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we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
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Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan
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on the fast food marquee:
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Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
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Oh and the Blues, I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
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Well, I awoke in relief.
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My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,
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in a Chicago hospital.
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And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
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I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
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He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
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and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this.
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I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
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So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency.
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While a million objects pass through my periphery.
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Now I'm rubbing my eyes 'cause they're starting to bother me.
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I've been staring too long at the screen.
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But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility?
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It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
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How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
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to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.
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Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love And To Be Loved)
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| Bright Eyes |
