Dial A Cliché - Jazzanova, Paul Randolph

Further into the fog I fall

Well, I was just

Following you!

When you said:

«do as I do and scrap your fey ways»

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«grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!»

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But the person underneath

Where does he go?

Does he slide by the wayside?

Or … does he just die?

And you find that you’ve organised

Your feelings, for people

Who didn’t like you then

And do not like you now

But still you say:

«do as I do and scrap your fey ways»

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«grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!»

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«the safe way is the only way !

There’s always time to change, son !»

I’ve changed

But I’m in pain !

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