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I'm always falling for the wrong body
 Those not comfortable near mine
 A hundred of us sway or sigh
 In the air that is too cool
 I wanna say to you "dear heart"
 Wanna breathe in this world that's falling apart
 I am too old to learn your name in any other language
 I am on road, almost there but not home
 In the sky there is a dark bird
 Flying away
 And what I can imagine is an exquisite amount of danger
 In the story, in this day
 I'm ignoring you, boy
 So wrong and close to my face
 Once and not so long ago
 Maybe Saturday
 I am too old to learn your name in any other language
 I am on road, almost there but not home
 In another life a whole world not like this one at all
 I would have said weep for me
 Everyone that is alive and nearby
 Has at some point been bewitched
 I can see distant ruin
 Rising up like smoke
 I don't wanna be your friend
 Or be moved by this suffering
 There is so much damage what good can I do
 Or say with my eyes this inescapable truth