i held the monkey's paw and put my wishes into play
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to know the will of God, to show a motive for delay
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i'm holding on to find myself
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just one more wish
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i found a pot of gold or something shining anyway
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and caught in my reflection a conviction held at bay
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i crafted a cross to adorn my neck
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and finally earned my due respect
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and then a jewel encrusted crown
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to complement my priestly gown
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just big enough to weigh me down
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and bring this temple to the ground
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from inside out without a sound
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i found a pot of gold today
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i held the monkey's paw today
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and put my wishes into play
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thanked heaven for the trophies
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but i still had hell to pay
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so i brought my spoils to the altar's edge
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heard You say obey instead
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for all of my labors and best laid plans
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i'd only earned a reprimand
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forevermore to understand
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that dreams come true can kill a man
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if never graced by sovereign hands
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i held the monkey's paw.
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Monkey's Paw
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| Smalltown Poets |
