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Find you out along the curb edge, I'll stay a little while
Fumbling to get the words out when I try to make you smile

If the truth is nothing makes sense, it feels cruel otherwise
A drunken daze out on the pavement, trying anything to cover up the quiet

Driving late along the freeway, it didn't feel right to leave you there
But I can check in once a week and offer nothing to make it fair

If it's true that nothing matters, wondering what was it all for?
But some things just don't have their answers
So I don't ask those kind of questions anymore

Is it true that we have meaning?
I'll spend my lifetime chasing it
A reason for our inexistence, but there's no certainty til we reach the end

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