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Bare bulbs line the aisle

It’s an avenue of flagrant denial

Scrape together some coins

Buy an excuse to distract yourself

A drink to keep you from talking too much

Bring it up again your failed crutch

Stand back and see

All these words belonging to me

Maybe the only real way to heal

Only way to deal

Let out this strange melody

Bring it into a song

You knew it all along