For god's sake open a window.
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The storm looks frightening through the glass.
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But you could use something to turn the burn off.
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You keep asking: how long will I last?
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But you'll never find the number amid your mess of scribbled thoughts.
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Peace of mind awaits you somewhere.
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Somewhere there flies an end to sleepless nights.
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Hope looks so small, but it's up there disguised as a V in southward flight.
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How can you spot the subject through the smoke that cloaks the town?
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How can one kid ever hope to take off from such cluttered ground?
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Tangled road signs in front of you.
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Lost loves and other debris behind.
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Run fast or out of time.
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And with these words I thee bid goodbye.
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Keep your heart and eyes open wide.
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I promise you if I ever return, we'll compare pictures before and after the burn.
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For god's sake open a window.
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You're breathing smoke instead of air.
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But you could use a breeze to cool the room down.
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You keep asking: why isn't life fair?
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But you'll never find the answer at your local lost and found.
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How can one kid ever hope to take off from such cluttered ground?
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Burner Off
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DESA |