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I ain't never been to war
 Knock on fucking wood
 And neither have you
 So, we're doing pretty good
 I ain't never killed a man
 Once I stole to eat
 I knew I wouldn't starve
 It's all just make believe
 I think I'm George Patton
 Herbert Hoover
 Speaking Shakespeare to the stones
 And hope that they'll be moved by words
 Turn rivers into reservoirs
 And I think I'm... fuck it!
 I used to think I was Casanova
 But I crumble nowadays
 Whenever I sleep without her
 I used to worship "Papa"
 Spanish Civil War
 Fishing off the Keys
 Bullfights and cigars
 Man, that shit don't work for me
 And I'm on some, "Fuck Bukowski!"
 Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right
 Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life
 Kinda nice!
 Quiet life
 Far from the guns of war
 Run my fingers through the grass
 And listen to you talk
 Sunlight in the curtains
 Freckles on your skin
 This my Everest, this my Silk Road
 This my south pole, Shackleton
 Yeah, life is protest
 We are weapons
 God damn, love like Arab Spring
 There are frontiers
 They are endless
 And they're in our everything
 The sun ain't set on me yet
 I ain't got much, but I'm not alone
 Inside each life there are four fists
 We are made whole through our broken jaws
 Broken jaws
 I'm ready, I'm patient, I wait
 Wait...
 Wait, no I ain't
 I'm scared and I'm quick to escape
 "Eh, he went that a way"
 Maybe flattered and scattering?
 Or flattened and shattering?
 Or collecting data?
 I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling
 Whoa
 Free where the breeze will take me
 Helium and balloon but no string
 This what nobody wanted
 We stuck so far under
 We so out of sync (yeah)
 Just remember to breathe
 Just remember to be
 Just remember how beast you be
 Reach for like anything
 Do that shit easy
 Nothing comes easy
 Just take it easy
 Do what the needs be
 There ain't no freebies
 Earn what you keeping
 Or think they do not need me
 Cause they don't if you sleeping
 Caught in the romance and drama of, "woe is me!"
 Stopped 'em from catching they opening
 And there won't be credits
 This won't stop happening, ever
 The sun ain't set on me yet
 I ain't got much, but I'm not alone
 Inside each life there are four fists
 We are made whole through our broken jaws
 I'm learning it never makes sense
 And that's OK
 That life is a weapon itself
 With the sharpest blade
 There is not a heaven or hell
 Just each day
 And life is a death in itself
 And I can change
 I'm learning to let go as well
 It's so strange
 The past is a part of me now
 There's no escape
 I made up the bed by myself
 So I'm sleepin' in it
 There is no erasing the past
 To get back what I lost cause
 I ain't dead yet! I ain't-
 I ain't dead! I ain't-
 I ain't dead! I ain't-
 I ain't dead! I ain't-
 I ain't dead! I ain't-
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 I ain't dead! I ain't-
 I ain't dead! I ain't-
 I ain't dead