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the grace is gone. and along with it, the goodwill. we've inventoried what's ours, and locked it up. blue lights flashing pictures quickly. and oh, boy, did they get you cheaply. you're lonely 'cause you're never alone. and in lines and rows, we head home. i want to be the scenery. the birds, the clouds and the trees. there was a pretty blue lake i found. and in this early light, i could not see bottom. and all around it, birds are waking, and warming up their singing voices. their voices form a warning chorus. in lines and rows, we head home. back to the beds we made of shit and stone. and oh, how safe and sound...for now, for now, for now...