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Bed of Half-TruthsHello yourself, my Queen
Eke out a living on your brain-cell salary
Too good for me, you say.
I could see you tripping your way back there
(CHORUS) She can't speak where her eyes have stuttered
Where the retina ruled without a tune
The ceiling falls on her withstanding
A brass bride to homicide sighs
Her sailing abilities long forgotten
Replaced with a gaudy chandelier
Vellum, tell 'em how to wear it
How can it be today again?
You can't lie on a bed of half-truths
This is not your wilderness
Nothing is prodigal in you
Something else you cannot do
Derrogate my passionDid you feel it
Anything at all
Have you prepared your wardrobe for the fall?
'Cause you're too choosy and why?
'Cause you ain't got no claws
Fall. Look. Autumn.
Think on the left brain but you're never right
Violin's Wood Seethe, truth
Mingle in the spirited print
Dripping off staccato hips
Feeding off of dear Mendel
Snake of ink through water
Moistening my grasp
On the goatee of the sun
Purlish churlish what have you
You let it drown
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