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A Man
there is a man
sitting on my shoulder.
he tells me to give in
that together we could
Be Great.
there is a man
who sits on my shoulder.
he asks why I bother
says in the end
Its Worthless
there is a man
seated on my shoulder.
he whispers in my ear.
it's all lies and propaganda
But Its Pretty
there was a man
who once sat on my shoulder.
he speaks no more
the silence is
Uplifting.
sitting on my shoulder.
he tells me to give in
that together we could
Be Great.
there is a man
who sits on my shoulder.
he asks why I bother
says in the end
Its Worthless
there is a man
seated on my shoulder.
he whispers in my ear.
it's all lies and propaganda
But Its Pretty
there was a man
who once sat on my shoulder.
he speaks no more
the silence is
Uplifting.
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