Geppetto's puppet stepped off the curb

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              Sink or swim
              Rest is for the weak

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Have we considered the costs
Of racing headlong into the breach
I’d capsize too if I were you
Forced to look at my own reflection
Staring back at me through the fogged glass

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             This is not the point
              I breathe now as if my chest knows
             What it is doing
             A blowhole sucking air
             Waiting for sea levels to rise
              I have always known the difference between the breaking point and the starting over

              But can never recognize the ending

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And what crests in the in-between is the truth

I expected more from you

Well, you got it

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              Mercy is sure to come in the morning

              For the old man on a stool
              Near a lit candle in the groaning dark

              Father of the year

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The skylight is moving

Water’s rushing in

Come up for air

Come up for air

Come up for air

It’s time for him to resurface

And for me
To dive back under

 

              Geppetto’s puppet stepped off the curb

              Called a cab
              Became a real boy
              Never went home

              Never looked back

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                                                                                                                 Except that once