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Sometimes It Feels Like
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there's a spectre in the corner of an illustrated page,
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and a lonesome muted stringling with a rapt remedial gaze,
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the poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion
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bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration,
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angst and madness weave the fabric of his life,
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tomorrow might be better
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but right now it feels like,
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#&%#"@$#!"&*""%%
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there's a panther wild and proud
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behind the doors of a redolent cage,
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and an undeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage,
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and don't think you're exempt, if you earn a good weekly wage,
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'cause your neighbour's going crazy
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and insanity's contagious,
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I know there's so much you want to say
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but your tongue gets in the way
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and sometimes it feels like
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)"^*()"&$%#68%3*
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I know there's so much you want to say
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and the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way,
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it's the same for everybody to degrees,
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we all get hat foggy freeze and
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sometimes it feels like
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%&$#*%(&")""$%@*.
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Sometimes It Feels Like
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| bad religion |
