You walk for miles in the rotten sun
The lone survivor of a smoking gun
Even the river canyon or the common bird
It can only help you if you use your words
I believe in good things too
To recognize a danger by the way it moves
And I would do it all over
Hand to god
A good head on your shoulders
But the plan went wrong
And would it kill you now
To wait until the train stops
Before jumping off
You’d hurt yourself just to prove you’re tough
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