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Go your way.
I'll take the long way 'round,
I'll find my own way down.
As I should.

And hold your gates
There's coke in the Midas touch.
A joke in the way that we rust.
And breathe again.

And you'll find loss,
and you'll fear what you found.
When the weather comes,
tearing down...

There'll be oats in the water.
There'll be birds on the ground.
There'll be things you never asked her.
Oh, how they tear at you now.

(everything repeated twice)

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