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Drifting on rescue, parade through the town square.
Waving to the families of victims of the flood.
Straddling the front door of a catholic orphanage.
I decorated it myself.
Thank you, you’re too much.
Honestly, it was nothing.
We should all just thank god I’m alive.
Don’t shout I get a little confused sometimes.
I can’t make out a word you’re saying.
I’ve got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head.
Can’t it wait.
I’m on call to be somewhere.
Somewhere I’m not.
In case the cleaning lady has found my head.
Forgive my delay lieutenant, I’m the man the whole country requires.
Take your gun out of my mouth.
You are ruining my appetite.
Get your bear trap off of my neck.
I’m already running late.
You’re distress is confounding the tightrope walker.
Just so we’re clear, you’re saying we’re all lost.
Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing.
Oh, the way that we moved had every marauder curious.
Sniffing at the trash in our shoes.
Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears.
I don’t miss that much about anything you said.
After all, we’ve never met.
I’ll get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon.
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