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[Verse 1]
He was born [in the heart of the heart?] of the country
To a family that wants to be the pride of its own line, find its own time
Waiting for its own messiah to arrive
[Precocious?] of [the?] world, weary and [adolescence?] [?]
The fans tell him his friends are all living in the season of the dead
Well how come he turns men to means to ends
What he means he meant
The sort of struggle that leaves the heart shrunk
Seven years [made him?] look
He's left behind
Lets his moment pass me by and I never made it mine
Drifting unnatural talent, void of ambition, no voice of decision, no point in precision
But the wind blows, he goes
Using a pillow to smother the trembling voice of his ego
Those around him like "[aha?] what do we know?"
He [?] gold and we can see so
This is mediocrity now, this is our city now
He’s thinking, "this shit is history, I need a way out" (need a way out)

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
Thinking he lives in the world alone, living in a barren home
Considered [to visit his associates?] consistent glimmer in his eyes
They can see he's trying even when he lies and says he's fine
Grinding whispers incise with the passage of time
He’s got a good heart, he's lived a lot of life
Maybe one day he'll make up his mind whether it's a joy to be alive
Talking to friends like, "we can introduce you to somebody"
"Man, I'm sorry, I already know everyone I need to know
"What are they, some friends of yours?
"Either way, I don't think I want to meet her"
They laugh at what he says knowingly
"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure"

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
She fights tooth and nail, partially because she has no choice
Partially because her pride doesn't let her do otherwise
You see, warm blood, real blood pumps through her
The sort of thing that doesn’t pump through you and me
She fights to be alive, she’s pure military in her mind
But that's alright, there’s beauty to this shit, there's love to this shit
With every moment that passes in stasis, she could look on at the walls and cry
She's like Antigone, living, living, living like destiny is her enemy
She's giving testimonies to gods, like I have been vanished
I have been stolen away in the finite time that I am alive
I will not be found in death of my days
I won’t live on as if a [death on a credit?]
I won't accept it
Cause I gotta get out of here
I gotta get out of here if it's the last thing we both do
You'll grab my hand and we'll both disappear

[Bridge]
And I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go away
And I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go away
And I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go away
And I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go away
And I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go away
And I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go away
And I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go away
And I know

[Outro]
When he was a young boy, the doctors did some tests on him, took him to an empty room and asked him a few control questions before beginning their medical inquiry
By the time it was over, they were convinced that he was in touch with the spirit world
'ESP, communion with the dead, telekinesis, i.e. the ability to move objects with the mind," were among the diagnoses
They told him that although nascent now, he was in possession of godlike powers that would need to be controlled and would mark among his peers, like a talisman or something of that effect
He spent the next several years under the watchful eye of everyone around him, a defacto ward of the state, even as he lived normally otherwise
The other kids would walk with him and poke at him, and sometimes make pleasant conversation, at least as much as kids can, but he was never let in on their little games and rituals
The adults around him regarded him with a mix of wonder and incredulity, and would sometimes in moments of curiosity asking him to move objects like salt shakers around the dinner table, to which he responded he was nervous and couldn't be put on the spot that way
He learned to walk and read at the normal times, and was otherwise unremarkable
Occasionally, as he grew older, he would make phone calls to mediums and psychics around town for guidance, but would hang up before he could get the call through
As time passed, his family began to realize that, in spite of [the importance of?] those tests from when he was younger, he had never once demonstrated he had powers of any kind
They had sat him in front of oujia boards and tarot cards, and asked him to divine the future from tea leaves, but it was rare that his insights from connections to the other side ever came true
Eventually, it was chalked up by both personal and medical consensus that it had been a mistake, that he had never had powers, and that day many years ago was a fluke, an anomaly of a study
It was decided that he would be sent to a school out of the country, maybe to live life with people who hadn't known him as carrying the blessing that no longer reigned true
And they sent him away
Then, as he was in those tests years ago
He was just a young boy
He was just a young boy
He was just a young boy
I was just a young boy
I was just a young boy