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I remember
My tears on the grey carpet on
the top step
Pops giving me his guess
Me confessing the burning question stressing 
and me and
Turning me to
a wet
It's probably
I get it, I'm
I know it's probably stupid to be
But days are flying past us and nobody seems to care
It's like we're towards a brick wall we're pretending isn't there
What happens we hit it?
Do we split into a bits
Or do we back as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?
is it? 
What is it? What is it?
You got the so give it, so give it, so give it
Don't lie, what when we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm just guessing from what been told
Probably thinking, "How'd I this emo fucking nine-year old?"
Since I'm sorta really not religious it's a
I a pair of dice
Although the thought of paradise is nice
In my heart I I don't believe in magic
So I'm thinking maybe is like eternal TV static
Or to the state before your birth
Absorbed the earth
The fewer hours left the more they're
I admit that it's to think about
I think got a little bit of doubt
You don't get to hide it even if you shout
Not a soul on the planet gets to out
And he that I know that's it's tough to take in son but it's so early
I can see in a hurry but don't worry cause

That for a long, long time
That for a long, long time
That isn't for a long, long
isn't for a long, long, long, long time

Life fast
the mistake of blinking, twenty years passed
Now I'm in my living room in Brooklyn with father
We bother doing Christmas in the Bay any longer
first time that we've had this conversation
He "It's tough to take in
I we're not quite ancient
But we've reached age where we should probably talk
We take it several routes
We sell the house
We can't work forever, money will run out
That's a spot taking a loan would us cover
Which would it tougher to leave something for you and your brother"
Stop, you see?
meal that you paid for me
All this power to a dream
All this not to crave riches
But it's plain to me the key
fact is it's easy to act like cash jack shit if
You lacked it
And the greatest honor I could have is to make a buck pass back a
of all the happiness you gave to me
And I never make you live where you don't aim to be
Age is just
We paint our story A to Z dip out
R.I.P. rip out, we tear out the
up the stage and we take a seat
Making a
Famous or not, we from the plot
day when a new night falls
I ride around the sun on this big ball
I get a bit from the kid called Paul
And I get a bit closer to the big brick
But since inching up to that
I can run my fingers the bricks and mortar and sense
it's not so cold and so dense
And although I'm mournful known that I'm not immortal
I'm not banging into stone but I'm more heading through portal
We're born to return to home all born to be mincemeat
Everything except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St
Dad me a napkin tells me it's been the same since the fifties
He didn't always love the city but dammit he'll me
How can you miss something after you leave, I that it's sad 
but please
dwell on it Dad, because

That isn't for a long, long
That isn't for a long, time
That for a long, long time
That isn't for a long, long, long, long