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Revolving 'round the core
Those lofty visions
Some need sobering and others less delay
Mindgame focus yesterday
Upstairs and downstairs
The mess is all complete
An equal share
Of chances and numbers
A seven year old's fear
Of what might show up next
When he's out there
Stitching on your angelwings
Project on you like anything
Impress you while I can
Tell me now what I like the best
Sweet indulging-not grotesqe
I'll forgive you anything
And really hope to make it up to you someday
'Less the game it happened yesterday (x2)
The moon is not as hollow as they say...