The freeze up came after early dreams and beat the alarm clock
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So where was the dark cloud?
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I tucked it in the night before
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I looked behind everything
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The mirror was daydreaming,
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my refection as holy as cops at strip clubs,
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not quite sick and not quite well
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this was not heaven, was not hell
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First night¡¯s dream:
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I could not hold onto things
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All polite greetings became missed opportunities
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My stomach breeding butterflies,
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I woke up underground
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Second night:
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I was the star witness
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The prosecution crumbled leaving shaky kneed criminals at my defense
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We flew into the night like first time drunks and felt nothing
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Healthy days are here again
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No more narration and violins
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If I believe that nothing is wrong
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Then I¡¯ll be shaking hands
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With charades and vitamins
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Hand to shoulder
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Blade to skin
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And bones are strong
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Hold your breath until you smile that certain smile
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The air is a clean cut
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Nothing itches
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Nothing aches
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Hold your breath until it breaks
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Everything is perfect when you can¡¯t feel a thing
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Keep it covered
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Keep it clean
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Hold your breath until you scream
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Healthy days are here again and you¡¯re cashing in
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It¡¯s amazing
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I¡¯m up at sunrise and I¡¯m running for the door
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Keep going ¡®til the edge of the earth and back to work
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We¡¯ll rendezvous at the end of this last cigarette
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And run to the clean air capitol of the world
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We¡¯ll shoot the shit with cap guns so no words hit the page, that¡¯s clean living
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Lift heavy things in a way that never hurts
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All smiles no sunburns
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That consistently loud noise is a band of angels
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Meet me at the end of our last day on earth
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We¡¯ll race to California in shoes with rocks for souls
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small talking ¡®til death throws his two cents in
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We¡¯ll ask each other what we were running from
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and realize that noise has us embraced but really annoyed
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That¡¯s that
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you have to laugh
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you fell for it
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you felt the same as everyone
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now you¡¯re back
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so learn to like
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to itch and ache
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and break more than anyone
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The return came after early dreams that beat the alarm clock
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I hugged my favorite dark cloud
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I held on to everything
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All polite greetings were returned with a smile
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My stomach¡¯s cast with iron
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Fortune woke me up safe and warm
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Second night:
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I was the last witness
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the prosecution fired, left me shaky-kneed and criminal
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with no defense
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I flew into the night got jumped, and I felt it all.
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Malaise
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Gruvis Malt |