Who is much more than a friend,
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But never by my side?
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All beginnings are an end,
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In the blackness there’s a light
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Maybe you will only read
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One or two letters at the most
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Shipping crates might line the streets,
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Every stranger is a ghost
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Cashiers won’t deduct the pain,
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Loneliness sleeps on the couch
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Only noticing the stain
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Once the color’s faded out
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Let’s go camping in the cold,
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Make a fire, buy a tent
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Envision leather getting old,
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Re-send pigeons that were sent
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Try to memorize your smell,
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It reminds me of a field
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Crickets clearer than a bell
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Have all their guys recast in steel
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Birds don’t cry when echoes quit,
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They trail off into the fog
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Autumn hurts far less than sticks,
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Knowing winter’s five feet tall
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Generations of defeat
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All assuming your the worst
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They never tied the cans
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To the back end of a hearse
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Take your hand against my own,
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If there’s a finger I can grip
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Reassure me at the ace
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Mine’s a black heart you could flip
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I’ve come to terms with what I have,
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What’s been given, what’s been asked
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Turn my back against the sea,
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And beg the serpent for a dance
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But in the red dirt muddy towns,
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Celebration of the dark
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Children walking hand in hand
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With the pygmies in the park
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I can’t touch you only once,
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You always leave me wanting more
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So keep my feet within the house,
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And stick my toes just past the door
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Let me know when I’m in love,
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Let me die when I’m in love
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I Love You Too, Death
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| MGMT |
