| this poem is symbolic | everything is symbolic | only French is symbolic | ||
| shall I explain it to you | explanations don't suit you | I was just blinking at you | ||
| things are just like yesterday | where I live it's yesterday | we'll get along yesterday | ||
| working is not so bitter | is this poem so bitter | I feel blue I'm not bitter | ||
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this is going like clockwork |
my thought running like clockwork |
grain of sand in my clockwork |
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| insensitive to panic | my destiny means panic | today is day of panic | ||
| so many breathes around | will tomorrow turn around | things should quietly go round | ||
| iron color of the walls | why does a dog ... 'cos he can | my kingdom for a horseshoe | ||
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pour some water in my glass |
I lost my water level |
sunshine on the water tank |
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| paper yet another ream | empty boat as in a dream | soul searching is it research | ||
| night on earth is not a gift | reason is just a burden | yes my name is "rubberneck" | ||
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well my song does finish here |
well my thoughts are wrong I guess |
well my wine is not for guests |
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| never mind it's not tragic | never mind it never rhymes | never mind it's not burning | ||
| let's just find a place to dance | let us forget and go on | in this world of snout beetles |