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I guess we get sick of the cinnamon world
and the cadence of these smiles
I guess we get scared of life's little rhythms
and the mean streak to the narrow mile
we're some of the ones who stare up at the gun
and the starting line under our toes
spit and cough when they set the thing off
and grow accustomed to the smell of the smoke
maybe we're the weaker ones
maybe we scream ourselves deaf
but the suits can sparkle and the stars can circle
till we balance this book of regret

if this is it, if this is it
I'd like to wear my leather down to weary soles
that still know how to walk alone or dance aloud

when they ask you what you want
you don't say "drown slowly"
you don't crook a tether to your heart
get hooked on what's easy
you don't ask for a rope
outside your door an army of strangers
wait to hide you in their negligence
ready to take you at those words
people love to bury what is special
a human being, no exception
if you let them they'll talk 'real' to you
about the difficulty of dreams
to bounce off you don't have to be a wrecking ball
just hang around long enough to know
the thrust of your attention will fire people
like pinballs into lighted faces
put your hands on a lover so much
they'll remember their bodies for the rest of their lives
fight without a knife or a suit
history's horrible role of always fighting the flow.
let the waves take you
when they ask what you want
you don't say drown slow.

if this is it, if this is it
I don't wanna take it lying down
but they've spun us so we're spinning now
and I wish sometimes I never learned to swallow

as this placticine pageant plays out on tv
and their camera crowns another king
time is sold in moments too tiny to hold
so we won't remember a thing

let's amplify lungs with a living microphone
and the light of a million sparkling eyes
as they shine their teeth and patrol our street
in their army of the perfect life

if this is it, if this is it
I'd like to tip my hat and go
find something more than who-you-know
or what you have or what you don't
or what you cannot live without
we'll find a taste of forest breath
and build a hammer into our chest
and pound it like we won't wake up tomorrow

and dance without music
and dance without sound
and dance without looking

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