An Ode To The Nite Ratz Club

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The gas inside the combustion engine
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took away all of the mystery and adventure from the walk to your house in the dark,
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so that we could stay out all night long and be king of all the roads, and the woods, and the 
lake,
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or anything we chose, because everything was ours.
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And we would spraypaint 'NRC' so that everyone would know.

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We would break into the factory. Our childhood autonomy
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had no respect for authority, or property, or your asshole neighbors' complaints.
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I still have all the keys to the forklifts that we
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never got a chance to drive around or tear the building down ourselves.

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From the top of the water tower,
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we spilled our guts on one another,
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and we compiled them together, and we all shared the same heart.
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And we hated all construction,
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but we loved all their machines,
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and they hated our destruction,
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and we picked their locks apart.
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And we thought we were damn clever,
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because they never kept us out,
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and we thought we'd live forever.
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Until the night when it got way too serious,
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and you showed me your damaged wrists,
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and you broke down and we embraced and nothing at that time meant more to me.
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And if I had only known that it would be the last time,
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we'd be on that level with one another I would have never let you go.

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I still walk those paths at night, but now just on my own.
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I recite to myself every story in hopes that I will never let them go.
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I'll hold on to every polaroid from France and Rome,
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and remember the nights at the Alamo as if it were my second home.
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And I know that we had no idea what we were doing,
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but an artist's first work can be his greatest under a different set of lenses.
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Our ideas of staying close together for all time;
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I wish I still had that same state of mind.