"I'll never grow older, lonely or sad
Still I'm never pleased
From the corners until
I wake up walking as careful can be
Careful to miss out on all that I see
Just be common like I
I know that you know that I know that you know I try
I carry myself around missing the teeth we once had
Mornings all melt about like lively seeds
That own you, they own you, they own you
And they're never pleased
So sleep like those giants that never know
And lie like the liars tell you it's so"
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