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There's no straight story No comfort, no mean spirit Here it's all cut and glue Out of habit We degraded ourselves Old habit, oh habit go away Let's go out, let's walk somewhere Where nothing is or feels stale It doesn't run as much as it grows In out family, in our sad line Waiting for you Our demise will spread More warmth than our entire lives Goodbye woods, Streets and friends, Neighborhoods, Everything that made us ill We're OK |