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Don't give me answers for i would refuse |
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"yes" is a word for which i have no use |
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And i wasn't looking for heaven or hell |
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Just someone to listen to stories i tell |
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Now what is a blessing and what is a dream |
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Caught between portraits and none's what it seems |
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And why is it people expect there's a change |
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When i feel i'm a part of something i can't see |
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I feel the same |
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Now don't ask me questions or i will retreat |
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Fame is a cancer and ego its seed |
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Now i wasn't looking for heaven or hell |
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Just someone to listen to stories i tell |
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Do we ever wonder? |
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And do you ever care... |
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Subtle salvation in poems we know |
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Hiding our heads in a shadow of home |
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Now i wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells |
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Just someone to listen to stories i tell |
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Stories i tell |
