Overdressed in a box with it's life overhead.
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Its friends are in snapshots.
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I would hate if the last time I was ever seen
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was from beggars on their knees.
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I lived in between a funeral home and childrens park.
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Out one window I saw laughter.
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Out the other I saw suits.
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Spare them the sight of a body all used.
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Comfortably laid in clothes you would never wear.
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Your eyes are closed shut, even though they cannot see.
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They broke a bone or two just to adjust the body.
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Once had a doll that was pure as the snow in thread.
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The bags under her eyes, they matches clothes that were chosen
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just to compensate how terribly they shined.
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She was a prize that made the sun and the moon fight over which one would cast the shadow.
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Which one would keep her company.
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I fooled myself in thinking I knew you.
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But all I know were glassy eyes,
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is this the way you gain your youth?
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A sweet hangover at my service.
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Go so far under the influence you'll make blacker bags under your eyes.
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So far you become underground.
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So far you will never realize your a diamond in a world of coal.
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A Diamond In A World Of Coal
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| Socratic |
