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My cabal, he sleeps outside pulling the shadows over the moonlight |
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My cabal, won't you come inside |
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Forget the darkness if just for one night |
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Possibilities baited with personal inconvenience |
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Every time he feels that baited resistance tugging at his sleeve he struggles to find who he struggles to see why |
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He's weary with a weight so often confused with authority, but who's? |
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He sleeps outside pulling the shadows over the moonlight |
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I want to know why paper is so different |
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And what happens once these promises incubated hit the air |
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I want to know why the air becomes so thick and impenetrable and why another set of rules apply, why? |
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My cabal, he sleeps outside pulling the shadows over the moonlight |
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My cabal, won't you come inside |
