I tried to frame my own self portrait
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into a three-minute one-act play
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But I'm a carnival of voices
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it's hard to pin me down that way
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without my subconscious saying
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"I'm not in love with you,
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but I'd be willing to make a change.
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It's these profound fits of sunshine
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that bring on subsequently rain."
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"If I could make a suggestion -"
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I say, `Oh, this should be nice'
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"The middle ground is partly sunny,
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Now take my good advice,
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nobody's out here throwing rice yet
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But me and the voices inside of your head
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all agree..."
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and I say, `Since we're all here talking -
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You think I'm afraid of you?
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Well, I'm afraid I think you're right...
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I've never been good at crowd control
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Your voices keep me up all night' `Now, I'm no psychiatrist
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though I'm known for Freudian slips
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I'd like to thank my Id and Ego
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for the roller coaster trip
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and if my memory will permit me
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I'd like to remember to keep you voices
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out of my head...'
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Self Portrait
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| Ellis Paul |
