falling, failing now
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they mass here at mid day
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such a quandary how
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I was with them so long
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again, I was wrong
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you're kneeling there
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with furtive eyes on me
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and you say
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turn your head, face the jury
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turn again, face your peers
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we have gathered to listen
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to what we want to hear
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bemused, confused so
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much ado about nothing
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abuse ensues, though
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when I reply, you offer
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you try, you falter
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a spool of thread,
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a needle won't help me
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is your faith so precarious
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that you attack me and not my questions?
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Straw Man
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Yellow Second |