Up on the bluff
Where i wish i was
Twisting up the pages of history
My cold feet dangling
My bony arms gesturing
To summon up a little chunk of that history

In the corridor... the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language

Up on the bluff
Where the hardwoods jut
Out toward the gusts of history
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My crusty mind cracks
My restless heart tracks
The fractal lines of history

In the corridor... the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language

In the corridor... the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language

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