Jack London

Say you're heartsick, say you're sleepless
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Say you're rugged, say you're reckless
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You've been down to All Gold Canyon
Way too drunk to speak
Your fumbling tongue long since abandoned
On the outskirts of my cheek

Though your purpose is no longer clear
There's little left for you to do
Don't know why the hell I'm here
If I'm not here for you

My impatience is the only
Real opponent to my hope
Every morning is a punchline
I'm blackened by your jokes
I seduce a mеmory
That was fiction in its day
Take the construct as my enеmy
Let my lover have his way

Though your purpose is no longer clear
There's little left for you to do
Don't know why the hell I'm here
If I'm not here for you

Wrung life dry for your lips to drink
Lose you living, vex you dead
My emptiness is colored pink
Hold up on your big old feather bed
Go after him with fang and club
I'm a wolf sadly mistaken for a dove

Though your purpose is no longer clear
There's little left for you to do
Don't know why the hell I'm here
If you've lost the will to live
(Dream, don't let the dream control you)
If you're stumbling on the path
(If you leave, know the reason why)
When you're ready to forgive
(Every now and then, let someone know you)
There is always a way back
(Try to let the legend die)
There is always a way back