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Comes the sign of wasted times
I will wait no more
Ever trudging through the aimless forests
we explore
in our boots and money chains
misfitting cloaks - we can't contain
the hidden hates of urgency
declaring our emergency
and up the tallest window world
the distance was not clear
unoccupied with brutish thoughts
we had no cause to fear
a lesson so severe
hotter than the fire we built
darker than the truth
ignorance reflected in the windows
of our youth
push me now, beyond the bounds
of healing hands and thorny crowns
all the sadness it implies
I've tasted it with my own two eyes
and as the cattle rack was cleared
the floor was brightly stained
and larger though we grew in size
not a thing was gained
the fate as so ordained
Guided by Voices - Dusted
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