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[Astronautalis] I ain't never been to war Knock on fucking wood And neither have you So, we’re doing pretty good I ain't never killed a man Once I stole to eat I knew I wouldn't starve It’s all just make believe I think I'm George Patton Herbert Hoover Speaking Shakespeare to the stones And hope that they'll be moved by words Turn rivers into reservoirs And I think I’m...fuck it! I used to think I was Casanova But I crumble nowadays Whenever I sleep without her I used to worship “Papa” Spanish Civil War Fishing off the Keys Bullfights and cigars Man, that shit don't work for me And I'm on some, “Fuck Bukowski!” Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life Kinda nice! Quiet life Far from the guns of war Run my fingers through the grass And listen to you talk Sunlight in the curtains Freckles on your skin This my Everest, this my Silk Road This my south pole, Shackleton Yeah, life is protest We are weapons God damn, love like Arab Spring There are frontiers They are endless And they’re in our everything [Chorus] The sun ain’t set on me yet I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone Inside each life there are four fists We are made whole through our broken jaws Broken jaws [P.O.S] I'm ready, I’m patient, I wait Wait… Wait, no I ain't I'm scared and I'm quick to escape “Eh, he went that a way” Maybe flattered and scattering? Or flattened and shattering? Or collecting data? I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling Whoa Free where the breeze will take me Helium and balloon but no string This what nobody wanted We stuck so far under We so out of sync (yeah) Just remember to breathe Just remember to be Just remember how beast you be Reach for like anything Do that shit easy Nothing comes easy Just take it easy Do what the needs be There ain't no freebies Earn what you keeping Or think they do not need me Cause they don't if you sleeping Caught in the romance and drama of, “woe is me!” Stopped 'em from catching they opening And there won't be credits This won't stop happening, ever [Chorus] The sun ain’t set on me yet I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone Inside each life there are four fists We are made whole through our broken jaws I'm learning it never makes sense And that's OK That life is a weapon itself With the sharpest blade There is not a heaven or hell Just each day And life is a death in itself And I can change I'm learning to let go as well It’s so strange The past is a part of me now There's no escape I made up the bed by myself So I'm sleepin' in it There is no erasing the past To get back what I lost cause I ain't dead yet! I ain’t- [Outro] I ain’t dead! I ain’t- I ain’t dead! I ain’t- I ain’t dead! I ain’t- I ain’t dead! I ain’t- I ain’t dead! I ain’t- I ain’t dead! I ain’t- I ain’t dead! I ain’t- I ain’t dead