For Your Pleasure

For your pleasure in our present state
Part false, part true like anything
We present ourselvesThe words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel, hard and looseThere, all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremesYoure rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so brightGetting older
But youll wake up soon
And fightIn the morning
The things you worried about
Last nightWill seem lighter
I'll hope things will turn
Out rightOld man
Through every step, a change
You watch me walk awayTara
Tara
Tara
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