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The Ataris

Eight of Nine

 

These hospital walls are the palest of white.

Here in this desert they're reciting my last rites.

 

The smell of these halls bring temporary comfort

as the oxygen flows through my blood.

El corazon was poisoned tonight…

She's on her eight of nine.

 

When half of all your prayers are insincere,

the other half are lies.

 

Here is this watermark under this bridge.

The point where it all crested,

rolled back and drifted into the sea.

I climb from this wreckage

 

as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs.

The closest of close calls has happened tonight.

 

It's time that I made things right

for the first time, since the last time.

Let this moment of clarity

lift this curse that has been cast upon me.

 

Appreciate the good times, but don't take the worst for granted.

'Cause you only get so many second chances.

 

 

 

 

 

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