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One day I'll be wondering how
of where we stepped
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin hiding
And the whole mess
the fact you're dead again
Underneath the power lines
I got so old just wondering how
of roads we're now on
seeking shade - far above
our heads are the icy heights
Hold your glass up - hold it in
that contain all reason
It's a luscious mix
