| And the moment that she left the room
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| The album started skipping
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| Goodbye to beauty, shared with the ones that you love
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| A shadow that has fallen over this town
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| A shadow that has fallen over this town
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| Attention, all of my worst critics
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| Who were once the best of friends
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| You’re all just crows on the power lines
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| Into romantic speculations
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| Into romantic speculations
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| Sightings of shape shifting
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| Dissolved into the darkness
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| A final opinion is of less value
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| Than an appreciation of,
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| And tolerance for obscurity
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| Theatrics, all made up and pianos all playing at once through the dust
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| I found it difficult in my excitement to keep from floating off
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| To keep from floating off and off and off
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| Into romantic speculations
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| Into romantic speculations
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| Sightings of shape shifting
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| Dissolved into the darkness
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| A final opinion is of less value
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| Than an appreciation of,
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| And tolerance
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| A shadow that has fallen over this town
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| I’ll rest on nets made by spiders fed on drug dosed flies
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| The spider sings alone
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| The spider sings alone
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| He paced the room with hurried steps
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| And placed his hands upon his head
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| As if he were afraid
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| His thoughts were bursting from his brain
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| Sightings of shape shifting
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| Dissolved into the darkness
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| A final opinion is of less value
|
| Than an appreciation of,
|
| And tolerance
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| Sightings of shape shifting
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| Dissolved into the darkness
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| A final opinion is of less value
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| Than an appreciation of
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| As if he were afraid! |