When memory is a blank page
And the teeth in your mouth are all chliches
Your heart is a bag of rocks
And your soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk
There's an eagle scout project
I used to come to feel some kind of magic
And now the story lives
We'll wait out the days
Wait out the days
'till death comes to claim
Anything life didn't already take
You can wait out the days
The catch 22's are all catching up with you
They're laying all over the middle ground
You're walking on to avoid them and it's too late to turn around
On the corner of morrison
There's a shop that sells bracelets and little glass ornaments
Looking in you can feel the magic
And wait out the days
Wait out the days
'till death comes to claim
Anything life didn't already take
You can wait out the days
Wait out the days
'till death comes to claim
Anything life didn't already take
You can wait out the days
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