Given lack of better means we write to shed our saddest dreams
Exorcise our ghosts in public rituals
They pay us well
Thought I was over that till a hundred front rows sung it back
We never met but they're the best of us
All lines connected
A legacy of hope
Maybe you've yet to meet the best we ever wrote
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