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stage
another cloud of anger
floats like red smoke from your mouth
the carpet returns my stare
and the stage is set again
it's time to speak my lines
i shuffle the script in my hands
and steel myself from shaking
to address the curtains behind you
i rehearse another apology
i'm sorry is the beat of my heart
clockwork steady, so i know
if it stops, so has the show
floats like red smoke from your mouth
the carpet returns my stare
and the stage is set again
it's time to speak my lines
i shuffle the script in my hands
and steel myself from shaking
to address the curtains behind you
i rehearse another apology
i'm sorry is the beat of my heart
clockwork steady, so i know
if it stops, so has the show
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