For Your Pleasure

For your pleasure in our present state

Part false, part true like anything

We present ourselvesThe words we use tumble

All over your shoulder

Gravel, hard and looseThere, all night lying

With your dark horse hiding

Abhorring such extremesYoure rubbing shoulders

With the stars at night

Shining so brightGetting older

But youll wake up soon

And fightIn the morning

The things you worried about

Last nightWill seem lighter

I'll hope things will turn

Out rightOld man

Through every step, a change

You watch me walk awayTara

Tara

Tara

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