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Theres a letter at my mothers house, came with a floded flag.
It said Right now,
Im coming home in a body bag.
Its a pride and a pain that are one and the same.
Its a burning cigarette, its a horrible dream.
Theres a man in an office whos going through files and a woman who watches
TV. And she doesnt get the jokes told by late night talk show hosts, but for some reason she laughs anyway.
Theres this soap in my bathroom, and its all covered in hairs.
Theres this hope in my brain, and its all covered in prayers.
Theres a girl in this town who doesnt know
I exist. Theres a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist.
Theres 12 empty bottles on this table tonight.
Theres 4 lungs on fire and 4 burning eyes.
And something will explode, and someone will cry.
And someone will run out and never turn around.
Theres a park in this city where
I used to go, but now its covered with fences and cops and lightposts.
And Id never go back if anything was the same, but it kills me to know that its changed.
Theres these kids who have dreams.
Theres these dreams that will grow.
Until they get so goddamn big that they explode.
And whats left in the smoke and the falling debris is grownups like them and losers like me.
And whats left in the smoke and the falling debris is grownups like them and losers like me. its grownups like them and losers like me its grownups like them and losers like me
Yeah. Tonight lets go walking down
Clark Street and look at the new buildings that weve never seen.
Well stop at the bar and pass out on the floor
Tomorrow well forget everything and well replay these days again.