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the shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone
but when I'm done freezing I want to be alone

never want my hand cut off
never want a hacking cough
never need a cliffside push
never turn my brain to mush

always give me what I lack
always take the best parts back
always recognize your fate
always just a moment late

left is where I always turn
left is how I'm forced to learn
left the route my walking takes
left alone with my mistakes

up against the person who
up 'til now I never knew

up or down it's up to you

drop me off the Chinese wall
and peel my fingers off the rim
I come unglued while in midair and land to reform
limb by limb

and I am taken far away...

lingering slowly melting away
tossed with the salad and baled with the hay
pooling the water that drips from above
trampled by lambs pecked by the dove