so close that you could kiss them
these the cards that we were dealt
we follow from a distance
not so far that we could miss them
mistake your son for someone else
i'll offer you a clean shot
a cigarette and a clean though
there is no in between
i'll offer you a good time
prime ticket on a good airline
there is no extreme
so many come this way
only to fade to green to grey
i worship at the front door
backs closed since the night before
why can't father fight the good fight?
for a whisper in the distance
it's the truth, we gotta listen
even if the timing aint quite right
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