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This guy pushes right past me / Dragging his kid arms-length behind / Repeating “Listen to me son - we’re gonna be just fine” / They said I’d know when I was older / They said it would be abundantly clear / And if this is the secret / You can keep it / I keep hearing “we” / But they never asked me / Maybe its desire for displacement I’ve known / Or the storied promise that keeps me coming home /
I’ll keep circling with sinners to forget about the winners / They say you’ll know it when you see it
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