It seems that certain willful acts made me a stranger to the facts,
but no one ever said this was a race.
So pardon if I find it rash - this breathless sprint, this madcap dash
to etch the map of life into your face.

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He's a man in a hurry, I don't know how fast; the speedometer's blurry.
But oh, he just can't wait to get this over and done.
He's a man in hurry. If only somebody could make him unsure he should go,
then won't you let me be the one?

Columbus need not look too hard 'cause right ouside his own back yard's
the gutter where he says he plans to build
his loneliness as destiny. But is that facile prophecy
half empty or is it half self-fulfilled?

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I admire the strength it takes to deny all light and hope,
but that doesn't mean I'm going to help you buy the rope.
And there's plenty of rope.

So though he retches and he gags, I'd rather dance like stupid fags
than pose like stupid gangster gigolos.
But if all proceeds as planned, he'll go to Never-never land
where never is the only word he knows.

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