| Here’s to mud in your eye,
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| Here’s to you and the rest of your life
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| I see the outline and you’re unlined,
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| I feel the shake of uneven table legs
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| And I can’t sit back and help you celebrate
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| The world is braiding and time is bending,
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| So I could go tonight and try
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| And keep you both from burning
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| I bring you bad news from another place,
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| Even if it means that I am made to be erased
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| I love you more than both of you could say
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| And I can’t bear to see you turn another day in the fire
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| In the fire,
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| We are folding in the fire,
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| And it’s nicer than it was with
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| The pictures warming up and getting lost,
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| As the silver takes the sun
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| And you will make a stumbling father
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| Crumbling mother with two little wrecking balls
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| To help you level out each other
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| And you’ll pull over and go to sleep,
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| She’ll make you beg hard for every little piece
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| And they’ll grow up fast and watch you both repeat,
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| And never find the loving that you need in the fire
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| In the fire,
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| We are folding in the fire,
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| Run in opposite directions
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| Maybe then you’ll meet up on the other side
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| As the silver takes the sun,
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| And it washes out the fear in everyone
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| You were too fucked up to see what you would become,
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| If you jump into the fire |