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I had a dream
I was a human being What good in me? I guess I'm only human Horrible as it seems It's better than a ghost It's better than a robot It's better than a demon Maybe even better than a dog or a tree I see your mouth It seems to be moving And I hear the sounds you make I guess they must be words They don't mean a thing It doesn't take much To string some words together Throw em all around Someone will believe them You might even believe them yourself |
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What was yours to give
Was also yours to sell There's the haystack Can you spin it into gold? Halo on your head A tail and cloven hoof You set sail upon a sea of open wallet And when you're played out You'll coast for miles Fueled by smiles You run in circles With industry professionals You climb the ladder That leads you to the temple gates The evil god there will welcome you with open arms What was yours to give Was also yours to sell But where's the haystack now? And where's the pot of gold? |
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