Tall tale on and on
I've been taking you at your word too long
It's a stretch to think he's a gift
And the women were raised on a parchment farm
No grace
No time to get off of the lip
It's too late
It's too bad that infinity found us
Strange going on and on
Trapped on a train of thought
Strains of a trail that won't die out
Strains that go on and on and it's too bad
Got a rock in the shoe on my left foot
And a hole in the one that I write with
My skin couldn't be any whiter
And there's nothing in my legs to get me higher
No grace
No time to get off of the lip
It's too late
It's too bad that infinity found us
Strange going on and on
Trapped on a train of thought
Strains of a trail that won't die out
Strains that go on and on and it's too bad
The stains
They won't come out
It's too bad
Those good old days were probably fine
But I can't mourn what wasn't mine
Obscure brightness falls from stars
That light don't shine on me
It's too bad
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