| But my, the pearls still shine
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| Ignited by the fiery eyes
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| My God, I can’t bare it
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| Let me roll amidst this mud
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| So far I’ve found the answer in this pen
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| Don’t take it away, I think it’s right
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| It feels right, just let me stay content
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| I can’t see the truth, it’s just too bright
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| I’ll grant the anarchy, is raging in this sty
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| I call my home and the flies that squeal around me
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| Direct which way I’ll go
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| But this is not enough
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| To cause me to stop and think of the world
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| All of the creatures, outside the walls
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| Running so free and clear
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| With no cage to keep them in check
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| The food which they eat is growing from seeds
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| Which come from the branches just overhead
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| The trees which are showered with light and rain
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| Abundantly from above
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| I’ll consume almost anything I see
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| While avoiding the pearls as they’re way too shiny to eat
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| I’ll stick to the mud where I can stand, for as long as I can
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| The storm is rising, my feats are dying
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| In a whirlwind of empty, filthy lies
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| Lies, day is gone
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| The moon is not giving me enough to see
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| I wander aimlessly across the soil
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| Until the light hits my feet
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| And the creatures running free
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| With pearls around their neck
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| They see, it’s in the darkest part of life
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| That I can recognize the need for the light
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| Of the night to be in me |