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    ”Children running down the street in uniforms laughing in the rain
    And heading towards me, they were yelling about something
    They were singing in code, something like
    Ten dead men on a dead mans chest, fight the war forget about the rest
    They were searching for sunlight they were searching for gold

    So I, catch a fever from the inside
    Dip my hands into my pockets
    Open up my wallet
    Such a strange gesture to make in this town
    ”Sure, it ain’t gold but it gets me around.”

    Then I grab a twenty from the inside
    Hand it to the smallest, tell him ”Spend it wisely.”
    He looks up at me then back at the ground
    I just wish him luck and turn right around

    Now I talk to myself late at night
    Or I try to connect with the ghost who was a best friend
    My brother, my accomplice, another writer, my best man
    And sometimes I feel so forgiven at night

    I just put down the shades but I open my window
    The bad luck just leaves me I hear Ben tell me
    ”Brother, you’re home.”

    I think it all started in the summer ’98
    In Normandy New Jersey, later in the day
    I was thinking about existence, and unaccepting fate
    I was 14 years old, but what else can I say
    Even then I knew time was gonna catch me

    I graduated private school in the summer of ’02
    My first true love had left me and I didn’t know what to do
    I moved into New York and I thought I found the truth
    A pint glass full of paddy’s and pills you shouldn’t chew
    Well, I swore that the drugs were gonna kill me

    I was wrong I was wrong, I was writing a song
    I tried to blame myself because she was gone
    I didn’t know that she was unaffected, her bad luck came through a needle
    I knew that the drugs were gonna kill her

    Fast forward to the fall of ’05
    I met the girl of my dreams, and she helped me survive
    Then she left my life at a complicated time
    In march of ’06 I attempted suicide
    Well, I know that sudafed can’t kill me

    For everyone who knew, yeah, I apologize
    I’m sorry mom and dad, no I never meant to make you cry
    Thanks to all my friends you’re the reason I’m alive
    You make everyday worth living in this ribbon called time
    Well, it’ll take more than bad luck just to kill me!

    Limbs and things and verbs and sounds
    I got ten years of words buried in the ground
    They’re being reassembled by the ghost of Ben Brown
    He’s adapting the screenplay even still now
    And he better cast someone cool like Johnny Depp to play me

    The child took my 20 and he looked me in the eyes
    He said ”Thanks, mister for the gold.” and continued walking by
    I could see him proudly show his friends it made me want to cry
    Cause all I could do was think of mine, I know I’m a lucky guy
    And thank you all for everything I miss you all, goodnight”