Never Giving Caesar

We’re never getting old

Spent under purple flowers

Dyed hair and polished shoes

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We’re never giving Caesar his

And we’d be damned if we let another year

Go by without the sea, and digging holes

On the shore

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We’ve stopped dancing and the buildings fell

Tsunami of words and wildfires for ghosts

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We’re not getting old, we’ve told the old crone

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Tip tapping bones, spirit if new worlds

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Didn’t we also tell her to leave us alone

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Another day will come

Another green path

Don’t you leave me alone. I picked up a flyer

I made a chest a house and you nodded, so we must go.