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I've always felt that life's a sinkhole Smothering each day I get to give But the older I get the more it feels like the American West Something empty and clean, new as an egg Now filled with great mountainous things that I've made Like friends I've let hang in the wind Hear them rattle on each other, wish I had an older brother to intone Some night music that gets in my bo-bo-bo-bones To remove every trace of the places I've kno-kno-kno-known Some days I feel like a well-received tourist. Some days a guest that just won't leave One day an acre of trees, then a little grown leaf If you strobe in between you see no change But in an elemental way, they're not the same One could argue there's some growth in decay But that's a cruel way to be kind, A lever for the weak of mind to tip big stones Into the vacuum of being a-lo-lo-lo-lone To warm up the hearth of a place that's no ho-ho-ho-home Oh, what a load what heavy lifting? That light through cracks from ground that's shifting Letras de cancionesYou find yourself beneath a bridge, the rafters above about to give Someone whistling above you and you know the next pi-pi-pi-pitch Think you better start bracing from when you're not some new ki-ki-ki-kid I've always felt that life's a sinkhole Smothering each day I get to give But the older I get the more it feels like the American West Something empty and clean, new as an egg Now filled with great mountainous things that I've made From Letras Mania