Epitaphs

[Intro]
 
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[Verse 1]
 
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He’s got too much pride
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Lord, if you could see it in his navy eyes
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Life is never painted in the black and white
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Or with the gray between
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It’s got too much light
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Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night
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Moon that blinks before the tangerine
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And broken stains of morning sky
 
[Chorus]
 
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And scattered on the birch trees
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Are the mockingbirds who disagree
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On everything that flits to mind
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What’s lost and what’s just hard to find
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And blaring on the silver box
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Are those who’re only there to talk
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So I will find a better way to speak
 
[Interlude]
 
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[Verse 2]
 
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She’s got a new fake tan
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Drinking pop culture from a silver can
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Staring from her bed into a lava lamp
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That bubbles up her thoughts
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About money and time,
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Things that share a problematic love life
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They’ll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife
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Just when you’ve hit your prime
 
[Chorus]
 
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And scattered on the dirty streets
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Are the broken souls who disagree
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And beg for what you’re offering
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And all the while we’re promising
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That rain will fall on fertile ground
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There’s no lost cause that can’t be found
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So I will find the growth in every seed
 
[Interlude]
 
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[Verse 3]
 
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It’s a sketchy scene
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Bottlecaps littering the pothole street,
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Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat
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Of nighttime in LA
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In the local park,
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Boys flinging curse words into the dark
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Waiting for the day they’ll mend their splintered hearts
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In duct tape displays
 
[Chorus]
 
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I’m standing by a marble wall
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Carving epitaphs of human fault
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Why spend my whole life wondering
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If I find lies more comforting?
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How can I invest my faith
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If what you give is what you take?
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But I will try to find the in-between
 
[Outro]
 
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