Long for breath on the back of your neck and an arm on your waist
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A look of adoration you know is not mistaken or faked
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He questions the validity of his life
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Hair grows thin as skin grows thick
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His eyes convey an emptiness only a lifetime of loss can create
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He questions the validity of his life
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Hair grows thin as skin grows thick
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His money in the bank saving for some days that will never come
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Sitting in the chair that has held his body for twenty-some-odd years
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He watches re-runs and breaths the same air
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Not Mistaken Or Faked
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
