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Sweet conceit stirs the air.
The subtle taste of spare friends
to the end.
We used to watch TV after school.
We used to fake fight ‘cause we thought
it looked cool… Now I’m finding that
I took my hand and pierced the sky! Yeah,
you climbed that ladder high
to its end.
If you kept one small thing, would you save its price
for the kings of clouds and vice—
Your new best friend?
But Jack had lost control.
He gave his cow for gold.
It’s right now or never, so pull things together.
Those times that you have sold…
I said now pick up your friends!
Yeah, I’ll tell you why they’re running:
it’s just you traded in the costume box for new jeans.
And I would hold on to her,
though her sweetness lost its honey…
It’s just your clinging to the charm
of a wholly different world,
yeah, you’ll see…