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Like a lion in the dead |
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In the dead of deepest night |
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You sprawl out peacefully |
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Beneath the glowing spheres of light |
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Like a feathered, feathered swan |
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On top of gliding glass |
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You move with perfect ease |
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Among bleeding grass |
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Like a dog gone astray |
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In the middle of the wake |
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You pretend to be a part |
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Of the shuffle of the day |
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I can't stand who I am |
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A villain with a plan |
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Cloaked in robes |
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Made of many friends |
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Yet I remain in a one man land |
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I can't stand who I am |
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A villain with a plan |
|
Cloaked in robes |
|
Made of many friends |
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Yet I remain in a one man land |
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Like a lion in the dead |
|
In the dead of deepest night |
|
You sprawl out peacefully |
|
Beneath the glowing spheres of light |
|
Like a feathered, feathered swan |
|
On top of gliding glass |
|
You move with perfect ease |
|
Among bleeding grass |
|
Like a dog gone astray |
|
In the middle of the wake |
|
You pretend to be a part |
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Of the shuffle of the day |
