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even still you're livin at your father's...walk alone in the afterworld. you can't help going where the truth is, repeat your lines, keep runnin' over them.
in the maze, i'm in a rut. we both care, we let it go by. we're in an ancient movie, we all talk too loud, all is resolved in two hours. i know you've seen one, maybe been in tons, remember all of the end, it's all ready soured, but your place is fun.
i stayed awake started talking slow, better than laying down at home, or racing to have time through the landmines, we are going out just to be: in the maze, i'm in a rut. we both care, weapons to the side. what's the waiting and the careless hope, i'm searching out that real one, look past the radio to wait the truth holds, receive it over a lame or entertaining try.
even still you didn't have the father. i walk alone in the afterworld. you can't help going where the truth is, memorize your lines, keep running o'er them. in the maze, and in a rut, we both care, we let it go by. ancient movie, we all talk too loud, still all's resolved in two hours, i know i ramble, some old bullshit, i know that bullshit, you're lying to a bullshit artist. but your place is nice.