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I am oak and iron boundThere must be some common groundBetween all the things I wanted and all the things I've foundLying in waitEnough and some to spareI may be a now and then typeA waiter at the stoplightSquint my eyes and I'm crossing the lineCrossing the lineShut my eyes and open my mouth ticking like a motor running outAnd all these lines of love that fall from my lipsDescending like smoke to the ground in dramatic movie clipsWell there's no harm doneDa da da daThere was a time I wouldn't let this get so close to drowningI was a descriptor and you were my nounBut now I feel like my picture's taken and I've been framed downShut my eyes and open my mouth ticking like a motor running outAnd as the bikes fly up Nelson streetIt startles me From Letras Mania