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I’ve used hammers made out of woodI have played games with pieces and rulesI’ve deciphered tricks at the barBut now you’re gone, I haven’t figured out whyI’ve come up with riddles and jokes about warI’ve figured out numbers and what they’re forI’ve understood feelings, and I’ve understood wordsBut how could you be taken away? And

Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a CorvetteThinks he’ll get the girl, he’ll only get the mechanicWhat’s missing? He’s living a day he’ll soon forget That’s one more time around, the sun is going downThe moon is out, but he’s drunk and shouting, putting people downHe’s pissing, he’s living a day he’ll

Have a drink, they’re buyingBottom of, bottle of denial Big guy, big eye watching meHave to wonder what it seesProgress laced with ramificationsFreedom’s big plunge Pull the innocent from a crowdRaise the sticks, then bring ‘em downIf they fail to obeyIf they fail to obey For every tool they lend usA loss of independence I

There’s a girl on a ledge, she’s got nowhere to turn‘Cause all the love that she had was just wood that she burnedNow her life is on fire, it’s no one’s concernShe can blame the world, or prey till dawnBut only love can breakerfallBreakerfallOnly love can breakerfallFall It’s like she lost her invitation to the

Don’t feel like homeEase a little outAnd all these words alone is nothing like your poemPutting in and putting inDon’t feel like methadoneA scratching voice all alone is nothing like your baritone It’s nothing as it seemsThe little that he needsIt’s homeThe little that he seesIs nothing he concedesIt’s home One uninvited chromosomeA blanket like