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Well they take what they take
 and they use what they use.
 It's picked clean from the bone.
 It's been easier now for I don't know how long but, I've been on my own.
 Well they break what they break
 off the soles of our shoes.
 And it's often stitched seldom sown.
 It's been easier now for I don't know how long but, I have spent it alone.
 And It starts to feel like Home.
 Let the current take me slow.
 Distraught I lost your heart,
 despite the shape I'm in
 I can't fall behind the time;
 You find me face down in the ditch again
 I lost my train of thought
 from patience wearing thin.
 A never-ending battle
 between intelligence and irrelevance.
 And it's all I know.
 You were counting your calendar days
 until it's done.
 I say but, I never listen though
 when they say:
 "Look at you up to no good,
 What would your poor Mama say?"
 They take what they take
 And they use what they use
 Until it's all hope picked clean from the bone
 And there's so many left to disappoint
 They take what they take
 And they use what they use
 Until it's easier
 And you went off on your own
 Will you wait for me love?