Ra Ra Etc.

I fought tooth and nail through the billows grey
 To some deeper pit of my converging self
 A humid locker where I pile my guilt
 And where I often pluck the first lines for myself
 I fought tooth and nail for the right I had just to be myself and she
 Well she empties out upon this caricature's smiling brow
 But deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
 Here in the morning I'm fine enough
 Ra Ra Ra etcetera I sing it
 Deep in the morning I lash back the curtains fold
 Take in the few sure truths I hold
 Though sorrow came and root got choked
 Green thing dead now dead thing grows
 Though deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
 Here in the morning I'm fine enough
 Ra Ra Ra Etcetera
 Muttered softly coffee mantra
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 Pretty close call though I've seen closer were the words that no one said at all
 When the Lord went up to Lazarus' tomb for an encore to his swan song Maybe then a chatter and a conversation after
 With a joke and then a laughter about a curtain call
 Maybe then the matter was the death that came thereafter
 And the point was that the result hadn't changed at all
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 Deep in the morning
 I sift through my clearest thoughts Separate haves out from have-not's Wager out those decent shots
 The math is always slap-dashed
 Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
 Here in the morning I'm well enough
 Ra Ra Ra Etcetera
 Nothing more than a tune to hang on
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 Deep in the morning I lash back them curtains fold
 Take in the few sure things I know
 Like nothing ever seems to go the way I meant And etc.
 Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough
 Here in the morning like Lazarus
 Ra ra ra etcetera
 Marching on to the tune of what now