Tie those horses to the post outside, And let those glass doors open wide, And in their surface, see two young savage things, Barely worth remembering, Feast like pagans, never get enough, Sleep like dead men, wake up like dead men, And when the sun comes, try not to hate the light, Someday we'll try to walk upright.
Is it normal for thoughts to have a location?
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Tie those horses to the post outside, And let those glass doors open wide, And in their surface, see two young savage things, Barely worth remembering, Feast like pagans, never get enough, Sleep like dead men, wake up like dead men, And when the sun comes, try not to hate the light, Someday we'll try to walk upright.