the sirens woke me up again
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i know they're coming for me someday just a matter of when
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count to 25 and yawn
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touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn
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and hope for that one dream of hardware stores with checkered floors and buckets full with nails
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we're floating effortless over the apartment to the boat
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im rowing past the office windows
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mother, mother may i cry
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father will you teach me how to die the right way someday
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i don't want a second chance to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance
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with these documents and kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies
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tune the fm in, to static and pretend that its the sea
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but four words fumble for the microphone
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you should have known
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you should have known
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The Prescience of Dawn
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The Weakerthans |