Encyclopedia
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Turning the page, write to cease new ideas
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Thoughts - all duly recorded
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Maybe someday, all the rhymes, given time
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Would get justly rewarded
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So long ago, you don't even know how it started
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So there you go
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Stashing the sketches and drafts of what has become an
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Encyclopedia of all the things you've done
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Expect the media to bother when you're gone
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Hours and hours of sacrifice, no compromise
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Forced as if under orders
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Planning to take land sea and skies, but can't decide
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When to cross the borders
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Encyclopedia of all there is to know
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Encyclopedia - but what is there to show
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The piles just seem to grow
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Is this ambitions one man show
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There's only one man watching you, John Doe
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He's both on stage and in the front row
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Encyclopedia - your one and only friend
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Encyclopedia - will pay off in the end
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Turning around, the objective of the way you lived
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Hypothetical fortune, suddenly found
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You're at the gate - it's too late
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Psychological torture
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So long ago, since you should have put it all out there
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So now you go
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Leaving for us to discover the paths you have tread
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Encyclopedia - all written by his hand
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Encyclopedia - will we ever understand
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Now he will never know
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Swept away by the undertow
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The world is listening now, John Doe
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Come back and reap what you have sown
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