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BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
She’s the catalyst amongst my pigeons She’s the one who’s made me see That the fuel I burn upon is Non-sustainable energy
And although I guess I should be grateful It just makes me want to spit On her
I was crowned the king of nothing much A long, long time ago There was snow and hail and frost and rain And frost and hail and snow
And nothing in particular to be inside an eighties Northern town If you were pale and far and bright As me
What I will never understand is why it ran this way What I will never comprehend is what got left behind And what is here to stay
I was standing on a land spit in September between two worlds The one I have right now and one I left behind And I made agreement with myself to lay the past to rest Signed sealed and documented I the undersigned
But there was one thing I just couldn’t figure out And that was whether you were part of what’s abandoned or what’s kept As I wept
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