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Fall away

And the Wild West is a slow pan
and the sunshine is fake
and the ocean is just painted
on a backdrop downtown

The miniature sprawls blur
from the set lights and the heat
where the summer's path with charades
right where the sidewalks crack and they meet
just like a sad, sad actress
right before her last scene

How wary does the West carry
so many sights -- yeah, let's see the sights!
Slow prayers with no answers
must go somewhere
Fall away

And the Wild West is a slow pan
and the sunshine is fake
and the ocean is just painted
on a backdrop
somewhere
downtown