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I beg the moon to rise and cover up my tracks.
Make me more of a ghost.....Less of a man.
I keep my mouth...closed....I keep my mouth closed.
as long as I can.

I hear the wind as it rambles through the trees. I know the sound. In fact I know it well. And if the truth has settled in my bones. I can't even tell.

I say your name out loud, when I have been alone....to long......
I listen to the water move down below.
am I the last....man....alive?
I just don't know.
Am the last...man....alive?
I just don't know.

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