| Of everything you see
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| The absolute and only
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| Draftsman of your dreams
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| Accept it now and concede
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| Sow the seed, bring it to me
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| You mind your own and guard your keep
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| You keep it safe and clean
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| Carry on with caution
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| Culling worthless piles and weeds
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| Bleeding through and not quite healing
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| Feeling through but not conceding
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| After all of it I’m left
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| With aftertastes of this
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| It seems to be some sort of bliss
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| Or want I’m not sure which
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| It may be neither, maybe both
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| I’m not so sure these days at all
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| With all that I know
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| I don’t have much to show
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| All that I’ve fought to own
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| Has helped me grow so old
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| I’ve surrounded myself
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| With artifacts of loss
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| Like a live memorial
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| That’s bled me dry with such a cost
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| Then you joined me in the fun
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| Of indulging all our vices
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| Celebrated all of those
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| Gluttonous devices
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| You’re the devil, you’re obscene
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| We’re the same, you’re just like me |