This drone you sound alarmingly meek
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Is inside my head and plummets my bed
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It rallies and summons me in my sleep
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The sun is groggy and upon your plate
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Arms do fumble they're out of their frame
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Luster has moved and opted your space
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When you call a caddy
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I'll be the kind you use
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The sagas pose their levee
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That's the kind that floats to you
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And after all i idle to carry on
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The clocks married the dated
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Operas sails salutes
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The planks are calm with boredom
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It's the kind you tend to coo
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Every gala's a blanket in flight
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And i'm the kind you use
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And you with all your ready is a horror
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The recital is staged and ready to recite
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Stating the flaws and running you wild
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But i'll be any stable you like
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The radius is starting to stumble and fright
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The loveliest station is wailing from sight
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But i am ready to part from you
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Fences Of Pales
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Shannon Wright |