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There is a voice on the phone telling what had happened
Some kind of confusion, more like a disaster
It wondered how you were left unaffected but you had no knowledge
The chemicals covered you
So a jury was formed as more liquor was poured
There is no need for conviction!
They are not thirsting for justice
But I slept with the lies that I keep inside my head
I found out I was guilty
I found out I was guilty, but I won’t be around for the sentencing because I am leaving on the next airplane
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify, they seem adequate to fill up my time
But if I could talk to myself like I was someone else, then maybe I could take your advice
And I wouldn’t act like such an asshole all the time

There is a film on the wall that makes the people look small who are sitting beside it, all consumed in the drama
They must return to their lives once the hero has died
They will drive to the office, stopping somewhere for coffee
Where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene dispensing their wisdom...oh dear amateur orator
They will detail their pain in some standard refrain
They will recite their sadness, like it’s some kind of contest
Well if it is, I think I am winning it
All beaming with confidence as I make my final lap
The gold medal gleams, so hang it around my neck because I am deserving it
The champion of idiots
Well a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin
Because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie

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