Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream, down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I..
Tears stream, down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I..
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
"The two of you killed everything I ever loved."
[pause]
"Fuck you both."
"you could've dressed."
"...I couldn't."
"The rest of us managed."
"...the rest of you win."
"That's not hard to predict--just a minute." He rolls down the window and spits. "If all you have to do to be somebody is be somebody else, no one'll be anybody anymore. Pretty soon we become a society of mimics. Hemingway imitators. Elvis imitators. John Kenneth Galbraith imitators. Nobody forges any new images. Pretty soon a century goes by and we're still imitating the same old heroes, except it's passed over into rituals now: everybody has a period look. This opens up the other periods. We start to get King Charles II imitators, Grover Cleveland imitators, Madame Curie imitators, Beethoven imitators, and so on. To be and to wanna-be become inseparable, synonymous. You are what you ape--"
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