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Rake the leaves off your back porch and dive like a swan for me
Maybe when the weather grows cold like it was
You'll fall in love with a wingless dove like me

And this is how it was knowing Uncle Tom
And this is what we'll lose after the atom bomb
And this is how a son says, “Sorry mom, I was
Never alive”

Keep your thoughts locked in a box and cry in a while for me
Sink like a feather in a rainstorm just
To smile more after it pours, you'll see

And this is what a gun does to life and death
And this is how it was on my first last breath
And this is how a ghost spills an empty chest that was
Never half-full

Taste the blood of your last deathwish and smile like the sun for me
Maybe when the weather grows cold like it was
You'll come alive and make big bucks and run, run
Far away from me

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