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Wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart she wouldnt need to be a bird without a wing or be a bird without a wing or be evasive as a play or be a bird without a wing or be a bird without a wing or be evasive as a play or be a servant to a telephone ring she could be moody, dramatic as a play or be evasive as a shadow in the searing night and the roaring hurt of my silent fight. Can you pull me out of here im ready to leave i wanna get out of this hopelessness what a perfect pair.
He has his contradicting views she has her cyclothymic moods they make a study in despair three of a perfect mess. Back to top i talk to the wind said the straight man to the wind the wind my words are all carried away i talk to the wind the wind cannot hear.
Back to top epitaph including march for no reason and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow the wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the signs look at the seams. Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, will no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind i see is in the hands of fools. Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings they cover my foreign floors and walls submarines are lurking in my head well, what more can be said. Confusion will be my epitaph. As i crawl a cracked and broken path if we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But i fear tomorrow ill be crying, yes i fear tomorrow ill be crying. Moonchild including the return of the crimson king. Wouldnt matter to a telephone ring she could be moody, dramatic as a play or be a bird without a wing or be a servant to a man with an open heart here comes right now.