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No Use For A Name

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(t. sly/c. shiflett/m. riddle/r. koff)
It's a thursday morning, four a.m. and
You wont let me go
If tomorrow comes i guess i'll
Never know
Even in the darkest hour it's the brightest
Time of day
Even when i go to bed i'm still awake
Eyes held up with toothpicks and my jaw
Is going off
I will never leave you or admit that i
Was wrong
There's so many things i'd like to say, i'm
Foaming at the mouth
Maybe i could write, my pen is
Hallowed out
I've got ideas and inventions and i'd use
Them if i could
Stop waking up the next day when
They're all no good
Please don't say another word, i know
Your story well
Conversations take two but i'm talking
To myself
Now i need an alibi and everything i
Did was true
But every word i said was just a lie

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