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You glare out the window door,
waiting for the sun to peek.
You can't commit to lay awake.
You heavy face the walls,
your hands like rubber stoppers,
your feet like tired moths,
your mouth is just a stagger.
You trade Peter for Paul.
You yell down the hall.
No longer afraid to fall,
like a plane about to stall.
What is there left to feel?
All the world's a parade.
You're just a clown's prop.
When they pie your face,
just smile.
A quick short pop and you're awake.
There's nothing you can drink or take,
nothing to push back in to slumber.
Your mind, it shakes.
Your soul, it wanders.
You dream of undoing past blunders.
You celebrate your favorite summer.
Tears congregate at the corner of your life.
Wine black seas rise.
You're paralyzed,
with just a smile.
There's nothing left to feel.
All the world's a parade.
You're just a clown's prop.
When they pie your face,
just laugh.
So, empty out your eyes.
Fill up your dog.
Pull the rip cord.
You're the mortar.
You're not the filling.
You're the vessel.
Love the jar you are.

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from It's The Year 2000!, released July 4, 2018

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Control Group is Darren Korb, Jack Plug, and Evan Reynolds. Rock. Music.

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