Every time I watch the news
Every time you cough up a noose
Late at night when the shots are like bells
When disillusioned is a fragrance that sells
I swear this burden is not your own,
In the subway of a slow dark pain
In the eyes of an old Polish woman on that train
In the echo of a muscle that fled
In the sheets of a big and haunted bed
I swear this burden is not your own,
From the seagulls at the garbage dump
In the bunting of corruption and hate
In a language that shows your age
I swear this burden is not your own,
In the sparkle of a young girl's eye,
In the ambitions of astronauts,
In the Eden of tinsel and rot.
I swear this burden is not your own,
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