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Sing my words to me 

In another measure 

Last week's trash 

Is this season's treasure 

The Bible in a bottle 

And mass consumption 

Use the rear view 

For a year-end-review 

If you have the fucking stomach 

Or just hum

While I'm at 10 and 2 

Using both hands 

I expect the same from you 

Escape 

There's always someplace better 

If you're not afraid to see 

A little further down the road than 

You thought you'd be 

Warm this winter 

Pulling threads of a dusted 

American sweater