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My fabled attempts to triumph |
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Over this godforsaken game |
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Instill both a self-ignominy |
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And an optimism that's to blame |
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An aquaintance to all |
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Yet a friend or foe to none |
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The track of mediocrity |
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Is a plunge through hell for some |
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Yesterday's timeline |
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Wrapped around the circle on my wrist |
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Scheduled for repetition |
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I'm the future's witness |
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The heavens at night are all that's beautiful anymore |
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I cherish the stroll back to the station |
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The smooth jazz undertone, the glowing skyscrapers |
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For the moment lives a comfot in solitude |
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In the midst of blaring horns and the city pollution |
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It's dismal to realize there's a curfew tonight |
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Instead of watching stars, I'll have to settle for the train light |
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There's no longer refuge in this town, just the smell of smoke and booze |
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His mouth was telling lies while breathing me the truth |
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Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, I can see sound |
