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You chose age
To with a prima ballerina's rage
And speak of all the
would swoop down
Stick
Then to ignore you

No pot pan, guitar man
Or resurrected myth
To seal your
Feed plate
And just plain and adore you
But the you swill
Bring you no
So travel lightly on the wing this
Leaving all your behind

As you wander through your stage
And yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a spade
You not be afraid
You must turn the

You wore your goddess
In jaundiced
Your halo fell decay
Swiped by those you
But not hold in sway behind you
And then the dry leaves
At a low shutter
enough for you to see
That you your own reality
And that the wait will not enshrine you
And the war you swore
Would through your door
To to your rescue this time
Is all in your

Now as you wander your vagabond stage
And you find shovelling shit
With a rusty queen of a broken spade
And you yourself kicking dirt around
your Paris green pumps
Of and precious jade
You not be afraid
You must turn the

You dreamt a of things
Like you were a duchess
Or Scott King
And the does not invite you over for a tea at her gaff
In
Or in back-yard

Now I'm sure 'Van the Man' of I'm a fan
Can surely
As he said "It is not why, it is."
So therefore you need not scarred
And in time find
your salvation is mine
As you travel on the wing this time
Leaving all baggage behind

Now as you wander through your stage
And you find yourself shit
a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
And you find yourself kicking dirt
With your Paris green
Of pentacles and precious
Pulling the from your hair
from a bottle
You saw in a with
An must go!!' sale sign
displayed

And yet waiting for dancing
On the edge of a precipice heart to
Those serenading soul
That fulfillingness and consciousness
you from your captive cage
Replacing for all your rage
Turning your hope on a rope's magic pope
Into a foot parade
You must not be
(Eyes babe)
You must turn the

One thing is
And that is
When the water's
You can't
Move to dry
to dry land
You've got to on