The road is long
And curves ahead as far as my eyes can see
I am singing my last song
With melodies from a persisting memory
Stranded in snow
Sentimental undertow
Vices with a price tag
Derailed with a mail bag,
Undelivered...
Here, rest in peace pieces of me, and god bless
Grow some moss or collect dust, I couldn't care less
Thanks for coming this long wherever I've been
But I cannot carry you across into 2017
From the cliff yonder I will skydive
Headlong into happiness that's hollow and easy
Go on, and hide in your little bee-hive
Because it sure is going to be sad and ugly
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