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How good is he?
How warm are his eyes? You'll see
it's not a reprise.
Did he arrive too late and too tethered away
to put on his suit and his tie?
How good is he?
How warm is his heart or eagle
telling him which place to park?
Did he relate the message?
"It's clearly, hardly grounds for dismissal," I write.
"...grounds for dismissal," I write.
I wake up and wait up,
when anger's in fashion.
I wake up and wait up,
it echoes through the mansions.
I wake up and wait up,
when Aprils and May are all.
I wake up and wait up,
the answers are fatal. (x2)
And I wait up and wake up,
the answers are fatal.
If he's truely out of sight, is he truly out of mind?
...If he's truly out of sight.
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