| Hello sweet creature
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| Won’t you give me some bloodlike guarantee
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| I’ve been listening to myself too long
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| And they’re making a prophet out of me
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| I’m as empty as a shell can ever be
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| I’ve been walking through the desert
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| No it must have been the library
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| Reading a book which once gave me hope
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| Now it’s making a fool out of me
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| I’m as empty as a shell can ever be Lazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarkingto myself
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| Never noticed that the crowds were leaving
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| Never looked for anyone else
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| Now it’s market day almost every day
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| Yet they give away their love for free
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| I’m just waiting for a ship to come
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| And it’s making a slave out of me
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| I’m as empty as a shell can ever be Lazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarking to myself
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| Never noticed that the crowds were leaving
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| Never looked for anyone else
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| Hello sweet creature
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| Won’t you give me some bloodlike guarantee
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| I’ve been listening to myself too long
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| I’ve been walking through the desert
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| Must have been the library
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| Brought to you by Paul Webb pmwebb@cats.ucsc.edu |