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For a while you could cheat the game

Hanging 'round with the waifs and strays

What didn’t matter before will rip through the floor

It’s open season on killing time

You don’t grow up you just tow the line

And from a pulpit on fire you preach to the choir

So welcome a brother into the fold

You find yourself empty, growing old

You run from your false start

With a bent back to your coup de grace

My little bell jar

We’re swept round like leaves in the wind

But you condescend and rail against

This or that dependency

Say a prayer to the void, the place you avoid

Welcome my brothers into the fold

You’ll find yourself empty, growing old

In four walls alone, it’s your home

Denied though you didn’t ask for much

And don’t make a fuss

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