| You were a shapeshifting terror
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| Chasing time 'round the talking table
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| Through plastic walls the abstract world
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| Coasting on high as the royal curious one
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| As if it could be more obscene
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| You willed yourself inside the screen
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| History, fantasy, falling around the child
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| Glorious lunacy, kaleidoscopic cries
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| Misery, sympathy; |
| tarry or stand aside
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| Televised ecstasy, color across our eyes
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| You were a strange interference
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| Twisting up frowns as the morals crumbled
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| They switched the dials to slow you down
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| Youth’s prism dashed, you recalled reality’s wall
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| And grew up fast, a libertine
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| Some harmless trysts, no lesson gleaned
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| History, fantasy, falling around the child
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| Glorious lunacy, kaleidoscopic cries
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| Misery, sympathy; |
| tarry or stand aside
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| Televised ecstasy, color across our eyes |