First Recollection

My first recollection is a day in December
 black iron steam engine covered in ice
 
 like some Precambrian monster
 moaning and snorting
 Nothing was ever going to beat that beast
 in a fair fight
 I've sat and watched the woodpiles
 grow through the summer
 now I'm sitting, smelling summer burn through the fall
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 Winter's coming on, days getting dreary
 and I'm thinking this is the season
 that I leave you all
 I've heard a man in crisis
 falls back on what he knows best,
 a murderer to murder
 a thief to theft
 And I don't want you to think
 that this is some kind of deathbed confession
 but run is what I did when put to the test
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 My first recollection is a day in December
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 747 tracing lines through the sky
 like some old gypsy curse
 silently preying upon the dreams of those
 who jealously watch life pass by
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 I've sat and watched my troubles
 pile through the summer
 now I'm sitting, hearing my youngest cry
 down the hall
 Winter's coming on, days getting dreary
 and I'm thinking this is the season
 that I leave you all
 I've heard that the son must bear
 the burdens of the father
 but it's the daughter that is left
 to clean up the mess
 And I don't want you to think
 that I'm asking for absolution,
 
 but run is what I did when put to the test