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Failure's child is weak and mild |
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Wide-eyed and ___________ |
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A moment is the most |
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She'll hang her day upon |
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Others plan a life |
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Without the faintest hope of change |
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And belay all her knowledge |
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Of where hope has gone |
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In these ugly times |
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An ugly mind will have its say |
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And your betters would not |
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Have it any other way |
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Oh my eyesfor the sins |
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I may not shed |
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Burn like coals |
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Inside my head |
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Smoldering black |
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And flaming red |
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Oh my eyesfor the sins |
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I may not shed |
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Burn like coals |
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Inside my head |
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Smoldering black |
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And flaming red |
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Reconciled and pacified |
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By bread and circus clowns |
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Who keep you all in stitches |
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As they keep you down |
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Dust yourself down |
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Tell me what on earth |
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The fuss was for |
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'cause what you've seen is nothing |
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To what's still in store |
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In these ugly times |
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An ugly mind will have its say |
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And your betters would not |
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Have it any other way |
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Oh my eyesfor the sins |
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I may not shed |
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Burn like coals |
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Inside my head |
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Smoldering black |
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And flaming red |
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Oh my eyesfor the sins |
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I may not shed |
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Burn like coals |
|
Inside my head |
|
Smoldering black |
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And flaming red |
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Oh my eyesfor the sins |
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I may not shed |
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Burn like coals |
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Inside my head |
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Smoldering black |
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And flaming red |
