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Storyteller, bring your stories to my pyre |
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You, the tame man, be what I have learned to loathe |
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Tell me the secrets buried underneath |
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A thousand years of dirt |
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Tell me the fever chills your blood |
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You were the last |
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I'll be the first |
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Fall as you are and for good |
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I am here, there's nothing left to change |
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Life bleeds too soon, counting time down on us |
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Hope withers at my touch |
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Leaving it's ghosts to teach all colours grey |
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Change |
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Storyteller; see the futile smiles and answers |
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I will teach you not to taint my sweet control |
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I have a deeper kind of riddle |
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And a puzzle you won't solve |
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Laugh on your knees |
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Laugh for the changeling and the joke that took us all |
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Change |