| Or silent through the verse
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| Will mumble punctuation
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| Remembering the line, an empty metaphor
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| That you savored by yourself
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| You’re never cured
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| If I forgot the lines, is it easy enough to fake it?
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| Or do you need a moment to rememorize
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| And model it like a curse half disguised?
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| Leers, cheers, whispers and the tears
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| That final taste before you’re taken away
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| Odds, ends, final amends
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| It’s all right to say it
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| Just as long as you don’t really think so
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| Give me a little room
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| To get on with concentration
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| Just enough to know
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| What I’m missing in education
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| Borrowing all the hours that you gave to me
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| It’s a wonder I could ever breathe
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| Under all your thoughts
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| You’ll hear the final answer
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| Of all the things you were that have been paralleled
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| All the voices that were raised and finally fell
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| Leers, cheers, whispers and tears
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| That final taste before you’re taken away
|
| Odds, ends, final amends
|
| It’s all right to say it
|
| Just as long as you don’t really think so
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| No lights
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| No show
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| No sets
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| That’s all you get
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| No waits
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| No calls
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| No written tests for what you know
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| Leers, cheers, whispers and tears
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| That final taste before you’re taken away
|
| Odds, ends, final amends
|
| It’s all right to say it
|
| Just as long as you don’t really think so |