There's no straight story no
comfort no mean spirit here
it's all cut and glue
out of habit
we degraded ourselves
old habit oh habit
go away
let's go out
let's walk somewhere
where nothing is
or feels stale
it doesn't run
as much as it grows
in our family
in our sad line
waiting for you
our demise will spread
more warmth than our
entire lives
goodbye woods
streets and friends
neighborhoods
good bye everything that made us ill
were ok

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