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Exit Stage Right
Someone slowly makes a move
Somewhere in the night
A light switch, a lighter
Some razor blade laughter
Making someone alright
For an hour or maybe two
Any more, you’re getting greedy
Drive her home in the morning
Any more, you’re getting needy
And who’s got time
For that in their life?
The dark bishops dismay
At this bleak array
Of black pawns hiding
Just out of sight
Oh I tried and I tried to let them know
But they hear what they want to hear
And they see what they want to see
And they stare in my general direction
But see anything but me
I will go gentle into that good light now
I will exit stage right
Who needs another to believe in
When the lid is shutting tight
Copyright ©
Simon Freedman
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