| It’s much more beguiling, than children at play
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| The mind meets dilemma, with a heart in decay
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| How they reconcile art with… What was I going to say?
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| I called because you’re in a position to help
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| With a limited talent, but impossible wealth
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| How they reconcile love with…
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| It sure is a problem… But don’t go away
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| Cool critique of new Gomorrah, or schoolboy crush on Che Guevara
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| Face yourself or… Give it away
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| Hearts grow numb and consience weary, mutiny here on the Eerie
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| Face yourself or… Give it away
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| Don’t start pretending, you’ve feelings anguish
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| If you’d prefer to dance
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| Please stop talking, of things you know nothing
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| The truth well will make you ill
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| So chew on the safest, the blandest of food
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| And avoid the specifics, that might ruin the mood
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| A universal prescription… continues to elude
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| Love becomes you, a happy burden
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| But other liver stay neatly curtained
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| Recognize that, It won’t go away
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| Hearts grow numb, and conscience weary, mutiny here on the Eerie
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| Face yourself or… give it away
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| This star crossed lovers business, astrologeewhizzness
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| Go rhyme your runes in June
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| Don’t turn tearful, or mystical on me, I’m not your seventh son |