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Darkly Jan 2016
Stand me up in front of what I want for you and me
And I dance, dance through to what could be
Tell me they speak my name
Tell you I don't believe in ghosts
The serious lack of guts killed all the flattery
So I stick to where I stand
And to me no one is more deserving
But
Then you pressed the button and I collapsed
Like a push puppet
Sometimes people are near sighted. Or they just can't see at all.

Cheers

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