| The moon is a former friend who no longer lights the way
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| Through an ever thickening lens I see only frightening things
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| That’s if I see them at all against the yellow wall
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| You win again
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| Up the four flights of stairs
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| On the landing a child’s chair
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| I suppose we can talk of that
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| The future feels like the past
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| I’ve lost all my keys
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| The lock has defeated me
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| You win again
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| The rectified has let me down
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| It churns my guts and busts my skull
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| I await the decade of
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| Fortified pills and milky tea
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| Restful days with polite company
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| Pull that sheet right over me
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| You win again
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| Clean mind or clean body, choose one or the other
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| Having both seems over indulgent
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| You say normal people live this way
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| They learned it from an early age
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| It all seems so strange
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| So strange
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| I mumble — you win again
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| I go grey — you win again
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| I grow weak — you win again
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| I lose my way — you win again
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| You win again
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| You always win
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| You always win
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| It’s a game I must play
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| It’s what I must do
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| So deal me in
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| Deal me in |