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About to Die - Dirty Projectors
If the search has been long and futile and brutal
And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom
Of your hoodlum love
Hey baby
You reach out and into the absence and gasping
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
Your face to its face
No end and neither beginning
You're spinning
You're breathless orbiting a dark and hateful star
An evil world
Where would I ever be without you
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it
Foolish I know
But I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
Your life must surely be ending and trembling
You realize you never lived a day at all Wait
And it's all your fault Wow
It all seems unspeakably vile and while
You wretch the memory of all you understood
The vandal laughs into his hood
Where would I ever be without you
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it
Foolish I know
But I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
Look there the goblin's dressed up like a wound
Mutants are vagrant and hateful
Look there the mirror: a zombie stands staring
Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name
As you're saying
'Bout to die 'bout to die
About to die
About to die
'Bout to die 'bout to die
Where would I ever be without you f*cking
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it
Foolish I know
But I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
'Bout to die 'bout to die
About to die
About to die
'Bout to die 'bout to die
You're already dead but you're about to die
