first I drank insecticide
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a little more each day
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followed by dirty and sugary foods
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grown where the light was grey
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later my thoughts were small and sharp
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adapted to their purpose
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to extract the fuel from fat
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under the lovely surface
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'cause nothing beautiful
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nothing beautiful lasts
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moved to a ghost town for inspiration
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I could start where they'd given up
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feed on the seed of the dreams people left
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out to rot when the going got tough
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cockroaches turn adversity to immunity
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there ain't a niche lower in the animal kingdom
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or one with more longevity
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'cause nothing beautiful
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nothing beautiful lasts
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easier to deny what is real
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and what's solid and what you can see
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if you bulldoze the bankrupted buildings
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failure's the dust that settles on the trees
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'cause nothing beautiful
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nothing beautiful lasts...
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Nothing Beautiful
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| The Odds |
