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May 2012
In the morning
when you throw up water
and your skin turns a pale pale yellow
Well everyday you lose more color
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
So you think that things sound different
at the time when you speak
Well there are visions much clearer than these blurs that you see
and like Neely O'Hara, you swallow your sleep
and wake up in the morning
to find out you are not who you used to be
You don't recognize the behavior
or the spelling of your name or the shape that is in the mirror
Well you'd swear it is not the same
and like Neely O'Hara
you swallow your sleep and you really can't remember
but you know you are not
(think you are not)
No, you are not who you used to be
Conor Oberst
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