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What does one do when the inspiration is merely sensory? |
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A mind set fast on satisfaction, a heart riddled by uncertainty |
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I found myself befuddled by the tragic rapture of reverie |
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Teacher, isn't this straddling lesson a tiny bit extreme? |
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I need an ear |
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But you bring your gavel along |
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I need calm, I need silence, forgiving eyelids, and arms that I can fall into |
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I need an ear |
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And you call yourselves open-minded |
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And you claim that you're quite tolerant |
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And you pride yourselves as anti-superficial |
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But what are these whispers I hear behind my back? |
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I threw back the glass not once but five times, destroying the cells of misery |
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I laughed and smiled the whole night long and never once did I feel guilty |
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Walk and walk and walk and walk and talk and talk and talk and talk - that's all I ever want to do anymore |
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Shot up the classroom, raped in the bathroom, but can't find love? Life's a whore |
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I need an ear |
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But you bring your gavel along |
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I need calm, I need silence, forgiving eyelids, and arms that I can fall into |
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I need an ear |