| This slab of stone
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| Stares at me
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| So seriously and yet I’m Laughing
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| The grass was soft
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| And so I sat and painted what I’d been looking at
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| Now starring in the tragedy
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| Playing twice a day since its opening
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| If movements we made fascinating
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| Hide our hearts incinerating
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| The final days
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| Whose book of lust?
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| Who found sin when they were looking for fun
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| The visions of
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| Your violet eyes
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| So haunted and yet I’m not afraid
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| Though I feel so weak I must remain
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| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville
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| Love come quickly don’t fade away
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| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville
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| Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray
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| This slab of stone
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| Stares at me
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| So seriously and yet I’m Laughing
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| A face whose name I can’t replace
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| Steps I can’t retrace
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| Now starring in the tragedy
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| Playing every night since its opening
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| And on stage the violence, greed
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| My obsessive roots drink deep
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| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville
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| Love come quickly don’t fade away
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| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville
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| Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray |