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Steve Jobs (All Is Fun Until Someone Gets Stabbed)

from Survival Is Not A Workout by Duck. Little Brother, Duck!

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The words went on and on in dizzy messy slur,
Covering all the bases, defending everyone.
And when the helicopters blew the curtains wide we had gotten so close that there was no way of telling us apart.

You find it beaten bruised in tears on every basement floor and you keep trying to pick it you, you keep trying to dust it off.
Headlights stab at the ceiling, my ear against your chest in an empty living room where we went wild, crying the image off.

The blame rests in your hands.
Where were we this time last year?

Following bloody kitchen tile to the chaos foaming the streets tonight.
Tiny singing knives.
Naked, standing in the doorway, in the dull light, she's whispering to me, "don't lose your name".

Whats mine is mine.
You lost the plot talking shit.
Things you wont remember.
IS this it?
This better not be it.
You fooled the room.
Things we wont forget.
Eat right, sleep right, learn to be alone.
All alone. So alone.

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from Survival Is Not A Workout, track released May 1, 2010

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