| Lightning hits the house of wax
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| Poets spill out on the street
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| To set alight the incomplete
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| Remainders of the future
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| Hidden in the yard. |
| Hidden in the yard
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| Thunder drowns the trumpets blast
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| Poets scatter through the night
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| But they can only dream of flight
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| Away from their confusion
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| Hidden in the yard. |
| Undemeath the wall
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| Buried deep below a thousand layers lay
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| The answer to it all
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| Lightning hits the house of wax
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| Woman scream and run around
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| To dance upon the battleground
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| Like wild demented horses
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| Hidden in the yard. |
| Undemeath the wall
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| Buried deep below a thousand layers lay
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| The answer to it all |