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The sunrise blesses the trash collectors as a new day pours into our lives
The world we fell asleep to yesterday was gone as soon as we closed our eyes
And when you were young you knew you’d be the one to bring this crazy world back to its senses
But you’ve had to carve your house out in it now and you’re rushing to it’s defenses

Once upon a time you were the highway kind, the wind was the only blanket you needed
To witness every crevice with honest eyes was your job and, man, it kept you lean
You’d blow into a town built on a burial ground, suburbs dotted the hills like sheep
You’d feel the fires burning on Main Street and sleep out in the trees like a refugee

But now you sing the same song day to day cause it works and you've got bills to pay
You rent out a house with other families around, you say "the shepherd, man, well he's ok"
You stare out onto the landscape now, times have changed and so have you
You feel written out of the future, and old for a world so new

Some days I believe I'm fixing to leave this world, but that feeling just fades into the next
Some nights out here are sleepless, some are like eternal rest
When your number is called and the pieces fall, I hope you burn just as bright as the sun
I hope the trash collectors know they're carrying away pieces of a chosen one

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from Born For These Times (unmastered), released April 19, 2018

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