Take your knife out.
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The blade is deep in my back.
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(But it's not the first time.)
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Can we figure a way to bandage the wound?
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('Cause it's not the first time,)
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Your misguided soul is playing the fool.
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Nurture your ignorance, and nurture
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nurture your ignorance.
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Beware of betrayal which lurks
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in the hearts of all.
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Don't cloak the animosity.
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La-dada-dada-dadada...
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Living in a continuing soap opera,
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where you are the coroner,
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and I'm lying in the morgue.
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Slithered and strangled me,
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(I know, I know) I've done the same.
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Let's start again.
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Epilogue
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
