When the memory is a blank page
And the teeth in your mouth are all cliches
Your heart is a bag of rocks
And your soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk
There's an eagle scout project
I used to come to to feel some kind of magic
Now a story less - we'll wait out the days
Wait out the days
Till death comes to claim
Anything that life didn't already take
You can wait out the days
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