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there's a spectre in the corner of an illustrated pageand a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gazethe poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotionbring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustrationangst and madness weave the fabric of his lifetomorrow might be betterbut right now it feels likethere's a panther wild and proudbehind the doors of a redolent cageand an undeveloped intellectfilled with impotent and static rageand don't think you're exemptif you earn a good weekly wage'cause your neighbor's going crazyand insanity's contagious!I know there's so much you want to saybut your tongue gets in the wayand sometimes it feels like
I know there's so much you want to sayand the tumbrel of your mind gets in the wayit's the same for everybody to degreeswe all get that foggy freezeand sometimes it feels like
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