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Gild, for J.W. Teller
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You had a bow I had a big mouth but was yellow
And when the ghosts would come we'd always have to run
It took us time to come to grips, our life was nothing but the pits
But when it's all you know it's all you ever want
We couldn't cut corners or find respite for wanting
The clock made jest of our plight as we struggled on
So over time we gave up trying, another round another night (fight? time?)
Success and failure's both the same when we're all dying.
So we run mazes with the glass between our maker
(but) We've not a digit to display up towards the sky
And like the organ grinder's swing, his dancing monkey in between
It's such a waste to think about or analyze
And at the end of all of this it has a meaning
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You had a bow I had a big mouth but was yellow
And when the ghosts would come we'd always have to run
It took us time to come to grips, our life was nothing but the pits
But when it's all you know it's all you ever want
We couldn't cut corners or find respite for wanting
The clock made jest of our plight as we struggled on
So over time we gave up trying, another round another night (fight? time?)
Success and failure's both the same when we're all dying.
So we run mazes with the glass between our maker
(but) We've not a digit to display up towards the sky
And like the organ grinder's swing, his dancing monkey in between
It's such a waste to think about or analyze
And at the end of all of this it has a meaning
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(Instrumental)
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