stage set
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curtain
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song queued
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expectaion
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spotlight
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act one
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applause/bow
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reapeat steps
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can't you see right now my hands are bleeding
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blisters broken dripping from the ceiling
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I don't want to be here now
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I've fallen apart and I can't pick up the pieces
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I cry in the dark and cup my ears to seashells
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to hear the solitude it brings
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so many faces - so many voices - so many reaaons
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to give this up and this goes on and on
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can't you hear right now my ears are ringing?
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my head held in my hands to stop the spinning
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it stops only to start again
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my home has long since een replaced
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with a world this window pane
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have I finally gone too far to come home?
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this world might wait for me tonight, but she won't
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now only time will tell if these wax-wings will melt
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only moments to spare
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we fall asleep with the color of the sunrise
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we count the years on circles under our eyes
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we dream in shaeds of blue and gray
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we speak in tongues of metaphors and stories
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we bleed the ink of subtle allegory
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we are the needle in the hay
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Them's Fightin' Words
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The Killing Tree |