| This drone you sound alarmingly meek
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| Is inside my head and plummets my bed
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| It rallies and summons me in my sleep
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| The sun is groggy and upon your plate
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| Arms do fumble they’re out of their frame
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| Luster has moved and opted your space
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| When you call a caddy
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| I’ll be the kind you use
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| The sagas pose their levee
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| That’s the kind that floats to you
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| And after all I idle to carry on
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| The clocks married the dated
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| Operas sails salutes
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| The planks are calm with boredom
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| It’s the kind you tend to coo
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| Every gala’s a blanket in flight
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| And I’m the kind you use
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| And you with all your ready is a horror
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| The recital is staged and ready to recite
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| Stating the flaws and running you wild
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| But i’ll be any stable you like
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| The radius is starting to stumble and fright
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| The loveliest station is wailing from sight
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| But I am ready to part from you |