He captured and collected things
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And he put them in a shed
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He raised a proper family
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So he could tie them to a bed
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The creator had a mastertape
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But he left it in a cab
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I stared into the void tonight
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The best dream I ever had
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He worked himself into the ground
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And drove a spike into his head
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A voice said lAre you happy now ??
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lYour sordid home is running red?
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Pills and chloroform
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All the pages torn
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The Creator Has A Mastertape
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| Porcupine Tree |
