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Misgivings get the best of me
Something missing in the recipe
Half finished as the stamina diminishes
My train didn't want to wait
Left me standing in the fusillade
Fall down, turn my face into the ground
So tired of this endless campaign
No higher, not the slightest gain
Use up all my mind, such a waste of time
You like boys who sing like girls
And goggle at their precious costumes
In my bid to keep you satisfied
Turning into some kind of Mister Hyde
Irrational, won't be responsible
So sick of cleaning up these mistakes
Too many, don't have what it takes
Want to take a rest, witness some success
You think that it's fun to bleed
For everyone's complete amusement
Given to sing
Should not have to fight it
Wait in the wings
That much more excited
Pull on my reins
Steer me from disaster
Soon as I go insane
Hear the ringing laughter
From the highest rafter
Done sfailing, got my vision back
Smooth sailing, hope I stay on track
No sign to read, keeping me in mystery
Optional:
(Child's voice:) You're a-a fishface!
(Gurgling man:) I am not!
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