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What's it worth to be safe?
What's the way to be sane?I could throw myself at the gardenon my hands,prune the lawn and mow the roses,but I never understandhow to goto ber free;in the end I only want to be me.
Winter days here are mine;still, no bites, what's my line?I could hurl myself to the bonfirewith all nerve,clear the path and weed the dead leaves,but I really just don't have the nerveto be partif that sceneis this just some kind of strange dream?
Think I'll walk to the sleeple, where the peopleare so inquisite.I could make it to the corner store and buya hoard of derivativesnow.
Which way now... climb or coast?
Will my eggs ever poach?I could throw myself in the frying panfor the sake of my name;hit the road or smile hermetically,but it's really never quite the same;every time a subtle twist,I think I'll grab my plotand simply exist
Or would that bea subtle slash at my wrists?
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