End of A Year - Walter M. Miller Jr. | Текст песни

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• End of A Year
• Walter M. Miller Jr.

The road is bleak
I learned firsthand.
When hot gravel and sand burned the soles of my feet.

Marrying age. Home-owning age.
Short straws for all involved.
Enough bars for a cage.

Warehouse work.
I've been stocking shelves.
I carry on I put you before myself.

Pattern Pattern.
Same dance of atoms.
Same lame legs.
Same hips to wag them.

Politics, religion.
Your life and your interests.
I'd do just as well to not have to hear them.

Walk ten years back to your shitty flat.
Christmas bulbs the only lighting.
My other age. An irresponsible age.
Hard calls for all involved.
I tried to save face.

Let's be honest.
I would serve us both better to walk straight
Into high traffic.

Walk 8 years back to our shitty flat.
Stark white walls and overhead lighting.
A hard sell. A high-rate.
A hot time. A cold grave.

The road is bleak.
I learned firsthand.
When hot gravel and sand burned the soles of my feet.

Marrying age. Home-owning age.
Short straws for all involved.
Enough bars for a cage.

Warehouse work.
I've been stocking shelves.
I carry on I put you before myself.

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