| Concerning confrontations
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| This is a shy and quiet morning
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| The sleeping dogs awoke last night
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| The thunder scares them, stiff eyed
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| Exercise your exorcisms
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| Anchor down, raise the sail
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| Autumn night, stay soft and cool
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| Come morning light, I’ll be gone
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| Spectators are tired of watching
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| They’re filing out the big top doors
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| I’m buried in the smell of circus
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| Those dark clouds are rolling in
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| Drunken mouth kitchen smile
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| Please summon me softly to sleep
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| We never talk, we only speak
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| Today I’ve seen a dragon
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| On the ripped up, worn out armrest
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| Stay back, this skin is laced with sticks of dynamite
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| I’ll be burning out like a shooting star
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| A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings
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| I should be on trial for everything I haven’t done |