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So I build this house Built out of marble and clay
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Down where the devil may have me
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That poster on my wall Explains it all
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I got nothing in this world to complain about
No, I'm as happy as I can be
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Why are you still here
Can't you see I'm busy
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Call me out I never wished for this
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Something about these walls
I don't like the way they stare at me
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This place if filled with faces None of which are recognized
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Is the world just a meeting ground for souls?
A plane of existence that they all know
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So help me god
I've got this thing
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I wish I could paint the stars in the sky The prettiest pictures I ever did see
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I can't pretend this war is over
Even know, so far from sober
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It flares in me These gilded waves in fantasy
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Climb with me To the top of this
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Cast a gaze on the flightless me
Where there is no path to see
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Am I? Am I?
Just another broken poet
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Take note, a piece of me is missing, lost long ago
But more recent yet I may have found the long mislaid
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If knowledge destroys Let him be the example
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Soft sadness
Strong passion
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You took something from me, took it from my bed
And though I walked you to the street, never to return to it again
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I was that fool
O most foolish of fools
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Sparingly now through parched, chapped lips
Come forth these words, twisted and beaten
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I live for sweet love
No mater how long it may go
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Hello down there
As I watch and stare
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Only now in shameful admittance will I try to speak
For I was so persistent in unhinging my jaw
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Sickly, Vomit forth protested love
Lies all lies, spoon feed poison
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Tragedy in my hands
I am Brutus
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/ Black vines, slowly growing / Slowing wrapping ‘round / Somber glowing, smoothly flowing / Fastening to the ground / Growing higher, always higher / But moving without sound / Pressing softly on still body
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Spinning waves of colorful haze, rapping around the sun
Broadened skies, on mountains high, away with whispers, run
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Whisper, gentle lullabies Coursing through child’s mind
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Through the summer I was cold Then autumn started in
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As the cold wind blows Away from the east
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These eyes of green This heart of fire
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Did you hear them? The soldiers marching down the street
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