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You hold your glass like a familiar crutch The mercy of a sedative that offloads the ballast And once again you levitate Walking on the water for a day You crush the enemy inside the shell And forget that he'll return with reinforcements tomorrow With an axe to grind of the cannibal kind He takes so much but never lends a dime When I was young, I had the sense to see myself as one But you become a cast where all the parts don’t make the sum So brother, help me out with common dirt Divert me from a beam of light that won't stop refracting And can't be reversed, the blessing of a curse Aspire to last for better or for worse In a living wake, we keep our coffins closed A footnote to an epilogue that will not be written The best laid plans were lain to waste So now we seek a fugitive escape When I was young, I had the sense to see myself as one But you become a cast where all the parts don’t make the sum From Letras Mania