Don't give me answers for I would refuse
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"yes" is a word for which I have no use
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And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
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Just someone to listen to stories I tell
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Now what is a blessing and what is a dream
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Caught between portraits and none's what it seems
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And why is it people expect there's a change
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When I feel I'm a part of something I can't see
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I feel the same
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Now don't ask me questions or I will retreat
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Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
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Now I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
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Just someone to listen to stories I tell
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Do we ever wonder?
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And do you ever care...
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Subtle salvation in poems we know
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Hiding our heads in a shadow of home
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Now I wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells
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Just someone to listen to stories I tell
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Stories I tell
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Stories I Tell
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| Toad The Wet Sprocket |
