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Lay Dead

I read you and there are
No lines to read between

These words are 1,000 lies
That you told me to make up

And with years of tears and habit
You will eventually grab it and take it all

Sarcastic and relaxed in a truck spinning
With little weight and even less dollars
And sense and sagging skin